
Writers Thoughts ft. Accosta the Man Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2024
Lyrics
I'm back in the booth knocking the dust off
As my pen touches the paper I see the rust fall
Took a break from my passion it was well needed
Signals gettin crossed in my soul I started losing reason
I'm far from the man I use to be
Got me asking God if he even has use for me
I found a better way to fight my demons off
Heart still spinning devil tryna knock the needle off
On a better note I landed on some solid ground
And my self love seem less watered down
I look in the mirror I see my soul now
Crackin smiles in a picture gotta my mom saying wow
My love life seems to be a Godsend
Every time she smiles it's a way I let God in
No longer a vagabond in my 2 seater
She's my compass in the dark and she's my room reader
But yet she's undervalued like a school teacher
Sending wavelengths and I'm praying that my love reach her
I leave these words hoping that she know my stance
In her life as a Spiritual and sovereign man
It took all 32 for a breakthrough
Laughing at my past like that was pose to break who
Shoutout my round table really held me up
They help me in them dark spaces never left me stuck
For that sentiment I'll always split a buck
Went from crown fried to lemon pepper so you know it's up
Came a long ways from the free lunches
To Sherman Oaks living with the boujie brunches
Never could envision west coast living
Now my timberlands ensure my harlem roots are never missing
I keep the amber white for my Philly roots
And a fresh dickie to if my roots feeling loose
Shout out Accosta I see you brought the funk
Alley oop was mean so of course you know I had to dunk
I felt the bar live ya life control ya speed
I was busy tryna fly high fuck a cruising speed
Only focused on the wants tryna sub the needs
Dressing up the flesh meanwhile my soul couldn't breathe
Me and NVY two branches off the same trees
Dropping gems off wit ease just like they autumn leaves
Breathe youngins that's my words of wisdom
To many speedy decisions that could land you in prison
To many hands on you life can turn out your light
Never give up on your dreams without a worthy fight
You can't claim you Gods Sun but play the devils Knight
Breaking bread at the holy table wit the devils knife
You can't claim you Gods Sun but play the devils Knight
Breaking bread at the holy table wit the devils knife