Training
Cruising for a bruising, so I’m dropping bananas
Proving with what I’m doing, a lyrical rambler
Mistakes and earthquakes are not the same
But when my earth shakes, it hurts my brain
Wet it a bit and grow, ya’ll minds are perverse
I’m planning new flows and only Toe knows a verse
No curses so excuse me, I’ve got explicit lyrics
If the worst comes to abuse me, I’m ah make them ah spirit
Hear and be disgusted I’m ah rust all metal
Fear I’m ah trust it and overcome that one devil
Best bet I’m ah settle without settling down
Listen to this heckle, from freckles of brown
Too proud to have faith, like late is on time
It’s not the word fate, it’s destiny I can’t find
Got my own back without automatic tactics
Got my own “tracks” like Gates wants to have it
The true future of traffic and we can’t lack its motion
Can’t get passed it so let’s let it keep coasting
A known rollercoaster that doesn’t do loops
A loan is closer to losing that lute
Choosing not to shoot but still take ah shot
Alcohol abuse is polluting thoughts
A pen without my hand is like the ground without the sky
Nothing I understand, so I’ll always ask “why?”