Cashier Lyrics

In the words of the greatest 

Change is good for any of us

Whatever it takes for any of y'all niggas to get up out the hood

I'm with you, I ain't mad at you

Was losing footing in search of a better balance

The flow fantastic way of living, sporadic

All these Inconsistencies, emotionally erratic 

Indulging richly in addiction and poor habits 

Coming up cigarette smoke saturated fabrics

Part of the reason I'm currently asthmatic

Huffing and puffing attitude showing looking mad 

Thinking bout my future repeatedly moving back

Had to Change how I was living

From sinning to repentance, thanking the Lord for forgiveness 

But never smile in pictures 

Couldn't hide my pain behind lenses 

Finding a better way to illustrate my intentions

All these bad decisions lead me to divine intervention 

Feel like Pippin bullshit left cataracts on my vision 

R.I.P. Earl Simmons, was out here really slipping

Had get a grip on life just like boa constrictors

Was fucked from certain things too young to witness

Family members nodding off in the kitchen when we was children 

Left holes In my heart like Zeroni and Yelnats

Got Pain Buried deeper than kissin' Kate lipstick

Anger turned relationships positive to be pernicious 

Before reflecting my image blamed the victim, was living

With mindset of children

Teachers told me how I come off is gone lead to a loss

And I always said they was tripping, didn't listen 

Til my attitude collided wit different women 

Seen infringement in friendships the shit was so sickening

Treatment in-need is holistic like Sebi visit

Not trying be witty simply expressing my deepest feelings

Pray to break the yoke of yesterday 

Rebuke the devil's dealings

Riding with the Lord but Satan love third wheeling

How much power steering is inside your expedition 

This more than a bunch of lyrics it's therapy for my spirit 

Step outside and feel the wind here 

You gone run back inside or grab yo' cashmere 

On same from last year 

U want change? Be the cashier 

Conversations I have in the mirror 

Tired living reckless

Tired of actin selfish 

Tired of feeling like a broken needle on the record 

You know they say repetition of the same thought or physical action

Develops into a habit 

And them same reflexes become automatic

Not saying this shit just to sound cinematic

Whatever u feed your mind 

Gone digest into your actions

Nigga you can talk yo' way out of a blessing