AIMLESS

Often aimless
Cough and face spliffs
My thoughts is anxious
I'm caught in anguish tryna make sense of vacancies in my ways
Daily, hit the day shift
And make payments
These niggas know
My game face is ready if you tryna taste fists
It’s passion in my page scripts
It's action over saying shit
It's growth and not decay
Sit the ash inside the tray
Quit playing games
I lead the pack and not astray
My brain is packed with words to say
But they’ve been trapped, have not escaped yet
Ain't no banquet
I'm starving off of plates
What I ate's what I slept
Heavy freight in my train set
In my plane jet
Head in the clouds, embedded in crowds
You better bet it the loud's a credit to how
I stayed up when I was prepped to drown
Instead I leapt abound some higher ground
By the gram, nigga, by the pound
This the jam, nigga, this the sound
I was down I'm feeling better now
I was down I'm getting better now