Mindfree, Pt. 2 Lyrics

Lemme claim every bar

Tryna fly to coast

Want my brothers to win

Really doing the most

Tryna live in the day

Like flying a kite in the night

I'm hoping it doesn't rain

But if it does it's alright

I get confused with the love

I'm really fighting the hate

I'm really fight the great

I'm really fighting above

I really fight for my life

I feel the glass in the glove

I'm really down for the count

But still I gotta get up.

I mean the circumstances difficult

I'm lost inside my own illusions

It's so confusing

see the brothers really moving

but the distance isn't changing

I mean we love the music but this sacrifice is gaining

How much longer can I down play

This industry more than toxic

A foreign entity, rejection for the plenty where they mask the knowledge

No wonder there were custom masks when Covid had started

I feel like me and all my dreams have dearly departed

Nothing terminal

Maybe I just took off for business, nothing personal

I mean I gotta survive

Miky got a tat of the mission but as of lately, I feel the like ink has run dry

Struggle to word,

My brain, no longer verbal

Put red and blue together, I'm no longer getting purple

Instead I get a blend of segregation, like a checkers match, everybody wanna jump right over you to get the pass

Oh so lonely, foul

Speak to me now

I fear the doors are closing

Can't keep my mind wide open

Oh so lonely, foul

Speak to me now

I fear the doors are closing

Can't keep my mind wide open

Im cutting my losses, niggah you carry the cost

I grew up in places where most the people are lost

navigation is tricky cause you'd be dumb with a smartphone

Cava of lighties pull out a gun for your smartphone

The truth is heavy

Any blessings in your life can lead to sorrow

Count your money now and pray that it can last tomorrow

The boys are broken

Most of my pain is stuck inside of the glass vessel with ethanol

Trash talking confessional

Last option, I'm calling my dad, someone one is fetching you

Yeah, call em, he left me the fam someone should get to him

Damn!(damn)

I'm healin

rapping is too revealing

Yes the sky is limit but they would settle for ceilings

I'm off this!

The youngin from Jozi, southern monarchy

Reinvesting the pain, until I turn it into property

Solemnly swear

like an oath, in these sonnets

You just in, to cry me a river

I'm being honest