LIVING CHILD.

Yeah

Kept chips in the stash spot

Wherever I go bitches turn their head in a dead lock

Keep pennies in the coffee pot

Momma said, need anything ask ya pops

Wasn't round, busy on his knees spending money on child fees

World filled with rounds, dead screaming the name of Jah

Create compounds on a concrete where mothers frown

Stained glass, and pained gowns

Penitentiary with paid salutes and fake crowns

Got me in a suit screaming fake words and fake sounds

Tell the truth? My soul never been down

No Maggie Nelson to tell us where the blues shout

And why the price to live cost more than a hundred thou

I'm tryna make it out a living child

But these stares always keep me in doubt

Darkened by the light, I see the mounds of bodies in the clouds

Tryna keep it in bounds, always boxed in, my thoughts always found

Solace in the wind and comfort in the shroud

Used to beat old men with nothing but a pen, and nothing but a pound

Tryna see what life about, left my town in exchange to smoke rounds

Disappointed in myself, think I needa calm down

I've tried many times to tell people, I'm not who they perceive me as

I'm not what they've heard about, and I'm kind at heart

And I don't need recognition for the things I've done

I'm always tryna lead a quiet life, I just can't escape it

So instead, I decided to face that shit

In hopes that one day, I can rest, forever

Facing the sun, until one day it too, can rest

Peace

Toast to the dark ones, toast to the lost ones

Toast to everyone locked from the sun

Toast to the dark ones, toast to the lost ones

Toast to everyone, locked from the dark sun