This
kid he talks to the sky
with both feet planted on the ground.
Sometimes he'd yell whisper cry
even laugh when he was feeling down.
People wonder if he's high or drunk off life
someone please just buy him a round
and then they clapped whistle rise
with joy inside, these people felt his sound.
Clouded are my thoughts
silver lining hiphop
tripped off nots in my vocal cords
still my soul absorb
this hiphop supernatural
forced me to explode
multiple forks... to explore
in the road
load my musket with powder throught the nose
couldn't shoot straight till i let that shit go
art of flow, free to grow
indo, outdo
my earth will always continue to grow.
I m knocking on heavens door, im knocking on heavens door.