Trials

[Verse 1]
Momma I thought I had a permanent fix to these pipes
Here come the smoke again
Red inhaler Bic pen
Cause you know a nigga ain't gone get it right
The waves come out at night
The flood of Tieras bonds and mascara
Oh the terror
Bad habits is slowly becoming standard
I was taught better from Tanner
I can't recognize my own fucking manner
This what y'all pampered
Diplomas after I'm on a scanner
Re organize your planner
Strip each other's wealth tear us down to the point where we can't even love ourself
Our generation reflect damage that's dealt
Go have another dip with sin
Go hang your head high and spark around fire tins
In need of cleanse
Cause this soul is exhausted and don't care blend no mo
Unprepared for each lesson but blessings
Are never a second late
So each time that I came close to a break
Was all worth it due to the art I create

[Hook]
I'll get it in about a trial or two
Amends apologies that's overdue
I was afraid of the phone calls turned rare
Vanity in the stares, I was a fool to think that you grew
How I'm supposed to know when your words meet the truth
Oh that's how you feeling when you hit the booth
I know that it's then been a while
Ain't nothing changed between these miles
I've been stumbling through these trials

[Verse 2]
Verbiage that'll cross the mind of Father Time
What do you see between these rhymes
Selfishness, hurt that's been lingering since birth
Undug dirt, my generation of muted alerts
Hands in your purse because you were blinded by perks
My whole fucking discography for commerce at Kurt's
The naked eye exposed to execution
The taped mouth trying to start a revolution
Sicker stomach from the levels y'all stooping
I know y'all jaws are tired from the asses y'all smooching
We in a loop and y'all concerned about the fit you choosing
You don't know perfection
I don't know suppression
One minute empty hand
Next minute lethal weapon
They tell you ease your mind for a second
They want you to ease your mind (your mind)
They want you ease your mind for a second
They want you to ease your

[Hook]
I'll get it in about a trial or two
Amends apologies that's overdue
I was afraid of the phone calls turned rare
Vanity in the stares, I was a fool to think that you grew
How I'm supposed to know when your words meet the truth
Oh that's how you feeling when you hit the booth
I know that it's then been a while
Ain't nothing changed between these miles
I've been stumbling through these trials