Linen

Higher powers in his own eyes
Move until the code right
You should have the fo' sight
Know why

World spin, turns
If I chose right
Burn if you don't
Niggas hurt but it's alright

Learn
From the shit that your purpose involves
Never cursing em all
But I hurt when I'm stalled

Tryna get it
And I'm still a long way to living
Gotta make more decisions
Fore my fate mortal prison

And I skate on a prism
Light, on the trail
With the fire on the mic
Til he find where he fell with it
New niggas on the tracks but they stale with it
They ain't bred for this shit need some braille with it

I don't wanna see that shit
I need some relief like this
With the beat when I speak
With the peace like this

In agreement with those that don't freeze my shit
All about progression
Tryna move it forward intersection in the session
I ain't even looking for directions

Used to be afraid to take a shot if it's contested
Funny that's the reason why I'm so afraid to open up

Tryna get it popping like I opened up a soda cup
That was just an easy metaphor for me to go with uh
Yeah

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It's easier to form where to go when your heads in it
And I done put it all in the dome but the neck's spinning
Still strung together in the bag like linen
Said I'm still strung together in the bag like linen