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Thoughts Before A Flight

 

Thoughts Before A Flight


Uh-huh
Lawd
Knowledge, nigga
Uh-huh

No, it's never been a question
I'm learning from every lesson
But these thoughts can get compressing
I take it back to the essence
Mistakes I make 'em daily
Can't tell me I'm not regressing
Couldn't fathom or imagine that I would be where I am
See my progression is a miracle, I leapt from the stands
That's past tense, I'm in the present
This proprietor of blessing position himself to prosper through practice and dedication
This shit came to fruition like the Book of Revelations
In the land of temptation, like Adam without an Eve
Watching out for the snakes and that fruit that's been hanging lower
While y'all just getting over, I've been focused with composure
Forget about the past, I got amnesia, call it closure
Still me, myself and I and I know don't nobody know us
Keep moving through the traffic jams of life like "What's the hold-up?"
Been a man since I left home
Yes I made room but I don't fold up
Only reliant on myself, a comfort when this world gets colder
People change, but that ain't nothing new
The fuck am I supposed to do?
Stay stagnant 'cause your fears done got the best of you?
Convinced you gave your all 'cause you feeling like nothing's left in you
But me, I kept it pushing through depression for a better view
Niggas make decisions but don't want to live with consequences
Life is filled with bumps and bruises, I brush off the incidentals
Told my life story a million times on all these instrumentals
Even the darkest thoughts inside my mental, that I never spoke
This shit was spiritual, I felt like music was my Holy Ghost
Saving grace through somber times
These non-sober lullabies that I supply subdue the mind of similar thinkers
Pill poppers and heavy drinkers, wrist cutters and deep thinkers
That the world forgot about, so they quiet, suffer in silence
Trying to find the kindest word that comply with all of their problems
Been speaking from experience, this myriad of knowledge
Was never judgemental, it was genuine and gentle

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