in the clouds

Look, these are spoken words of a broken man

Pain with a poker face, never gonna show my hand

I can't even lie, besides my homies, I don't know a fan

Lord, I need to move the chains, He telling me to throw the slant

And it worked because they tried to play it man-to-man

I don't really have a plan, wishing I could have a band

Plotting when I'm crossed, I only drank about a half a can

Memories be slipping through my fingers like I'm grabbing sand

All I'm saying is I'm aging too fast

Gotta worry about the present, ain't no saving the past

Things are falling into place, the way I'm paving the path