they won't get it

Living for a dream dying for some hope

Stitching words together still ain't reaping what I sow

Tailored flows dripped out head to toe

Rarely shit is what it seams but with me don't suppose oh

Go go back to drawing board embed it with gold

If you really tryna make some shit that never get old

I'm a pure soul my innocence I try to uphold

But a few tricky nights I was lost in the cold

Yea lost at a loss for words was quietly losing control

Had to play my cards right I never could fold

I even put it on my necklace to remind me to go yea

Standing on my own two how I'm supposed to