Hocus pocus was never the purpose for why i wrote this
lack of focus will bring you pain you never wanted.
god, it would help if you send a sign so i can see,
why it seems that its my people trying to kill me
kill my soul, kill my pride, try to take my self-respect
i thought i saw it all until i witness my brotha beat death.....
i hate a friend with too much bad to be a good one
i make amends for my faults so i can live some.
before, i frequently stood outside with a hat on waitin' on the rain figuring, if i don't wait for hardtimes it will lessen that pain (stupid me).
discretion, progression, using everyday as a play in a game
stretchin' & flexin' exercisin' my brain to remove all blame, to kill all shame
to learn and unlearn just to remain that same.
