I can never rest

Basking in pain as I trek to be blessed

Still ten toed on this concrete, pressed

Tired of these bum ties, mind overstressed

Gotta best all bets

Been over this time and time

Heads thinking shit sweet, back and forth with rhyme

Niggas don't recognize

We diff from the past in prime

My peace been ready to fly, like Frank name

Game stopped being fun

Yet we still run

When really would I be done?

Nigga ain’t had nun

But the hunger held close, the growth

How long can the soul really push?

Who would know?

Past words from Papa ringing true

As I sit in this laundry room booth

Going Walt Korvacs for the next move

These thoughts do not sooth me

These thoughts do not sooth me, nigga

Shit ain't sweet