Thoughts 10

Aye, bit the hand that fed a thousand niggas
Multitude less than holiness storytelling
Second guessing decision
Retreating down
Peripheral numb to the base
Got complacent now the sun steady testing my faith
Niggas dying with their conscience too tainted
Not making any progress to feel power in their very name
Trading dogma for that temporary
Vices habituary
The sense be coming full force nigga
Time to break a bond nigga
Piecing that virtue
Peace seems commercial
Nowadays its sum new
Everyday a wise man become aloof
Sad to say the dismay of all you piss poor pussies been mute
Slowly suffering
Muttering curses to those against
Hell bent on making sense
IND, we on ten
So don’t worry when I serve some humble shit to reminisce
You beginning to repent soon as you fumble and resent
Every factor
Despite the heavy laughter
Behind your back
The cackles fill every aspect
Apathetic til the pine
Mama’s burden
Spouting off cursing
Nigga nerve working
Forlorn purpose paving pathways
Truth hasn’t pushed me to better days

{Adé Hakim Clip]