Prana

I’m on my spiritual shit
I tune you out with the waves
I cannot hear you lil bitch
Frequencies run through my brain
Life in the physical is
Nothing to stress its okay
Ignorance truly is bliss
I know too much I’m in pain
Grew up too fast couldn’t wait
I had to go get me paid

This is not a image
Something I must finish
This is not a scrimmage
Deep up in this game
I was in the cut I was really in it
Baby I ain’t timid
Ill be at her place
Same night i met her
Still with that broke boy
Baby do better
Conscious is light like a feather
I’m rolling dice with the devil
Spells with the words like a letter
This is a score you can’t settle
I’m getting cold like the weather
I bought more ice not a sweater
Cut ties with everyone severed
Even alone I can do anything
Fresh off the boat you can tell by my skin
I am a ghost You can tell I ain’t them
Not even close you ain’t been where I been
I just hang off the rim