Cru

My man Trav said I work too much
But too much is on my mind & I don’t work through stuff
It’s tough
I been keeping a low pro
I don’t wanna create outta FOMO
Horsing around, but not too many Loso's
No A-Wards for the lazy, my Saga isn’t so so
What is my legacy?
How did I make heaven move?
Is it teaching my daughter the streams of revenue
Is it being present for my lady?
Or is it buying presents for my lady
Will pessimism pay me?
I been patient
No I haven’t
I been rapping, wrapping my mind around how my habits paint me
I been pensive
Pent up & pissed off
Avoiding accountability trying to get these fits off
My peers getting older
Peering through the fence
Staying on the grind
Never checked on their friends
Successful & alone
Even with a wife & kids
Bound to their addictions wondering what kind of life this is
& I’m telling em go to therapy
Meanwhile I been carrying
Scary things
Been there since I was seventeen
When you out the way that’s when the calls stop
I ain’t read my Bible since the ball dropped
Found out I was taught culture as theology
Temperature is rising bringing Havoc to this Prodigy
But, no sympathy, less excuses
Tryna cuddle with my girl & clear my Netflix queue
What’s next with music?
Not sure
Tryna find ways to communicate that’s pure
And I don’t wanna be poor
But I’m searching for a balance of portion & important
They telling me to seek self care
How does Jesus fit?
If I take care of myself
Where does Jesus sit
But if I focus on myself
Does it mean I missed?
If I take a step back
Does it mean that’s it?
Ex running my name through the mud
What’s the benefit of the victim?
The pain is a plus?
Maybe I should learn it
Dunno how to word it?
Wish the church put more premium on discernment
Internalizing a lot
In turn I’m hiding my knot
Turning out of my rut
Learning how to be silent
Whether contentment is present or not
I don’t need to be pressed for a spot
Not impressed with a watch
Cause I serve the author of time
And he’s altering mine