Gloria's Oxtail Roti

"Holding hands is fine but I got better things on my mind"
Q You Still Wear Socks and Sandals?
Yea yea yea yea yea
Uh
Gotta swing even if you miss
Gotta get back up if you fall and trip
Words of wisdom from myself I'm not listening
I forget it's up to me to make a difference
Helping hands give me hope in cold air
Feeling broken but my love ones help me repair
Sharing spliffs as we bleed out the things we fight
The bag on my back heavy gotta pack light
The shit I think about deadly so sit and write
To keep myself steady through another night uh
A new day begins now it's time to start bright
My dogs got me they tell me I'm a blessed scribe
It takes a village I'd be nothing without my tribe
Prisoner of my mind but I still survived
Warrior had to find the power inside
To give gratitude for the shit I tackle through
The battle never ends so I can't afford to lose
It's really up to me a nigga got some work to do
This typa shit is personal (Love that could be nice if you only)
Nigga got some work to
Ugh
On my land I bury hearts real often
Try to keep my heart in deep
Creeping through emotions, I'm real emotional
My social buzz is weak
Rather bumble bee colors on the V
Like black and yellow roll another one
Go blow it down khalifa
Itch is upper echelon nigga I'm a boujee tweaker
Watch the way I fiend, watch the way I feeeeen (Man I need about 50 man)
I'll sell your ass my sneakers
Just so I can feel the grass in path at last my feet
Is gon' feel a feature feed em all is what I teach
I been off the bleachers for a long while now
You can tell by how I rock my features
Gotta flower tryna bloom my garden reek of ether
It's Baddabing its Badaboom Im like a fascist leader
What I say is gonna go
Told my angel that I'm on the road she said I'm good so I believe her
With a passion thats gon' pass on all the calm demeanor
Only thing to kill the quench, cant chance on Aquafina