My words catipult off the page
from years of misplaced rage
everyday i wonder bout my destination
for now-im n these streets, no pit stops or vacations
sunday morning i use for restoration/ for clues to where im goin
i know im too deep in to stop showin these niggas up
mashin on da gas my middle fingers up
all the flexin an bullshit fa what?
as i grow-P.ringle U.nderstands these L.essons they L.ife learned
trying to do right feelin like ive already made too many left turns
speedin to the blessings tryin not to crash & burn
SLOWDOWN u only got one life u livin
Got DAmn i feel so close but so far away
I KNOW THE RICHES IN THE END BUT WHATS MY WORK FOR TODAY
Some nights i pray my enemies would catch me
LORD test me, MAKe SURE your lil KING is ready..
