Really I don’t do this but,
I’ma make an exception.
Want to see life through eyes when they’re blurred,
Maybe it will change my perception.
Show me the way that blows me away,
No need to stay in this presence,
Of mind. Of mine,
Confined I’m behind these lenses.
Too dark I don’t see no light.
At the end of my path, at the end of my wits,
In my fists I see no fight.
Just scars & scabs.
Tell my past about my future,
Maybe I’ll do it a different way.
I won’t be under this cloud,
And I’ll be somewhere else today.
Think about it, think about it.
You think I could make it happen?
If you think about it, think about it.
Anything you want can happen.
So I’m roaming Mother Nature’s garden with you as my guide.
Til’ Father Time help me restart it or press rewind.
Never mind let me keep…
(Smoking my weed with you)
Oh for the first time.
(Smoking my weed with you)
Never really do it but I’m..
will always come with the territory. People experience similar emotions, therefore similarities will come along. At the end of the day, no man is the same as the next. My body of work does and will speak for itself. I’m set apart, just as any other artist is.
