Spring

Times rollin' can I get a grip on it
Sick of this anxiety keeping me alone to think
Minds always thinkin' in the crib fuck it we can get outside and get away the way its suppose to be
Walk through the woods and all the valleys I'm passin' by the flowers that formin' so you know its spring
Drop of the mothafuckin' grid get away from this society that they ain't never gonna leave
Ride by with my hoodie up bumpin' shit don't five a fuck if somebody gona notice me
While you fuckas goin' to your job I been tryna heal my mind and my soul through this poetry
Fucked up back when I was young no one thought that I would make my own lane but I told you G
Tryna do this shit the way I want but for now I'll probly kick it on my own where the forest be