Perfect Picture

 

Sunny day clouds in the sky i had a verse on my mind had to let it fly

The situation was perfect man like it was designed grind came at the right

time perfectly aligned surprised at the upside of the downside of my mind like

watching a broken tape on rewind fifty times my mind still in a bind

and my flow not at its prime but im hoping and im still floating and im going of my grind

my flame still going my wick not met its time and it should be a crime for a man to drop a dime

and beg for a fucking dollar for a man without a father created as a monster in their honor i

strive farther to conquer all that darker and if God do us part i pray to the loving father