Battles

I don't know, I just be needing space
Let it go, I don't feel bad at all
In final days, won't let my spirit fade
I was trained, to handle these battles

Meditated in isolation
My mind was racing
Took a bit of the ganja faced it
I'm okay
Found more ways
To getting paid
Ain't running races
Inclination
To strive from basic
It's what I make it
One glance
She lose her pants
I told her patience
Her type of speed, reminded me of them old days
I would jump at anything that showed play
As of current been of the opposite of hermit
Only tuck bucks
This ain't luck I earn it
It ain't no receipt to life you can't return it
Fire and desire I leave my pen burning
Take another hit of the ganja then next page

I don't know, I just be needing space
Let it go, I don't feel bad at all
In final days, won't let my spirit fade
I was trained, to handle these battles

I be downtown in the city
Really on they heads like a fitted
Don't got designer I'm nifty
See my vibe match my image
Turning 25 to 50's
Talking that business
Financial fitness
Let my nuts hang like a pendant
Been independent yeah
Societal standards do so much damage mental prison yeah
I want freedom not just a sample no submission here
Guilty first out here, cause my people fit the description yeah
Talk on the trenches but you ain't live it how could you really relate
How could you really relate
How could you really relate
How could you really relate
How could you really relate

I don't know, I just be needing space
Let it go, I don't feel bad at all
In final days, won't let my spirit fade
I was trained, to handle these battles