Higher Selves

In the summertime smoking till my lungs dry
Mama told me stop, cause i know it makes her heart cry
The worry doesnt drop, it makes the gap wider
She said she dreams of my grandfather, and the roles that she played as a daughter
And i know that im a bothersome son
And i know im not grown in the way that she wants
All this prose i disclose with a flow on the drums

Taking all my time and making minimal funds
Divisions that aligned between my uncles and aunts
Yea the ridges sliding further, i could never outrun
As a kid when i swore, they stuffеd the spice in my tounge

Laughing now, but i was scarеd as a youngin
So now im careful with my words that i used for confronting
Cause i know it can be sharp if i forgotten to blunt it
Its good to have some space for all my thoughts that been budding
Cause my mind like a dam when it cracks be floooding
Tryna reach my higher self like my brothers in london

Tryna prove to myself that i got nothing to prove
Nothings true but yourself and thats something you lose