Falling Through Time

Last tape was all ambition but this one I got a vision

Six AM In Gielinor was dope but nobody listened

This position of indifference got me twisted, I ain't with it

If you're gifted go and spit it, take your spirit go and lift it

Yo I shifted, never capped, locked my city on the map

Wrote a couple whack lyrics 'bout some gats I never had

I ain't in the trap spittin' why the hell would I do that

I'm just a suburb-born child who never made it off the mat

Imagine that, but working on making it to the present

'Cause my presence feels trapped in the days of '07

As I catch up I'm watching the people here get snatched up

Throw 'em head-first to the present and that's a wrap-up