Progress

Jabs no hooks baby

Standing on the corner frozen fingers but ice blingin'

Won't cop gloves for the hands but cop fitteds

Sellin bags of green smoke till blurry image

But preaching the Word I’m disturbed by the vision

But its factz, lived that

Off track but thinking

If I influence em with weed

I could proceed to drop seeds of everything I was learning in church

But all I left them with was a hearse

I don’t know it leans either way but I be hurt

One day it's maybe they needed to hear that verse