Soliloquy

I thought I smoked to help, but I need help with that too

The movie never ended, is you here for act two

Think you close to me, I ask you why, but lack proof

Sitting with the clouds, that's why I got this tattoo

Hella racks on me, I got hella blood on me

It ain't shit to cut a nigga off, the wound still open

I designed how I can patch it up, the stitches closed it

Bitch I feel like Basquiat, an Artist and a Poet

I'll never fold, way too close i'm near the goal

I know how to kick it, I won't ever sell my soul

I don't punch in, i beat the beat up like it stole something