Flower

Here we go with mixed signals again
Nothing is clear
Lost in self spinning again
When the cycles done you come out clean
And me? Karma's got me
Autopsy say cause of death is the loss of feeling
Carbon copies decorate the industry, I ain’t bouta sell my soul, so you may never mention me
Your favorite local flexin’, but in misery
I ain’t got no enemies, but these niggas not friends to me
Buddy buddy, lovey dovey
Groupie type of energy
Deeep chill out
The only good my father did is when he didn’t pull out
And what’s the point of making music if it don’t come out
All of these words are therapeutic, but I hate they came from stress
While you breathe they barely new you, but they praise you when you're dead
So do I have to die, if I want to feel alive
Please don’t be alarmed, we all have thoughts inside our mind
Delicate as flowers how we rose without the shine

Private prison complex
Lack of fathers foster children prone to turning heartless
I hate I find myself the deeper that I plunge in darkness
You would take my light, but there ain’t much you’re giving back
All these niggas cap, it’s the potential that they lack
Grateful that I’m black and that my mental is intact
No matter how you dress it up a fact is gon be a facts
A lie gon be a lie and moving wack is gon be wack
Nigga

Paul sent me a message and it helped me stay the course
Trauma from pandemic got me clingin’ to my porch
Fickle sense of self got niggas clingin’ on to Porsche
A star still on the trek, can’t no cling-on dull my voice
I read self-help, cuz it’s my special form of therapy
Self-doubt in my head will never ever get the best of me
Too much social media the cause of losing self
Everybody stuntin’ ain’t the greatest kind of help

A blooming flower from these hunger pains
I ain’t never ever lettin’ my kids feel this type of way
I was given everything I needed, I’ma break the chains
Poverty can’t live around my team, so niggas gotta pay
I’m a slay a demon if it step inside my blessed lane
I got every reason to live on and see the light of day
I’m covered by the blood of Jesus
Please do not ignite the flame
Karma is a bitch, with subtle tricks to take your life away

Here we go with mixed signals again
Nothing is clear
Lost in self spinning again
When the cycles done you come out clean
And me? Karma's got me
Autopsy say cause of death is the loss of feeling
Carbon copies decorate the industry, I ain’t bouta sell my soul, so you may never mention me
Your favorite local flexin’, but in misery
I ain’t got no enemies, but these niggas not friends to me