Thoughts
• Written by Hawkeye
Limitations aint shit but mind tricks
Imagination is the shit, get behind this
Dreams to go far is my fight bitch
Go harder get stronger move faster go further
Everyday i wake up the old me is murdered
Burnt to crisp like a house on fire he was in screamin money over bitches till I witness that loyalty to the death shit
U down to ride I'm down to provide don't trip, inhale exhale hanging off the pip like a new born lock jaw on some tit
Now listen i thought this would sound better written
So here it is
As i jot down these vivid thoughts of the life that i walk
I just wanna say i dont need your girl man i got a lot
Still reppin the bottom but im gon' bust through the top
So recognize the name bitch dont act Like you forgot
Wise guy once told me to feel the vibe n fly high
I feel a rise vision clear now i use to be blind
They treat patience like theres a prize at the end of the line
But if u keep on waitin u might just reach the end of ur time
Time wasted, spendin all ur time gettin high in the basement
Lets face it, the good life ull probably never taste it so back to basics
Small circle but real fuck the fake off 5 n up considered acquaintances
Like a mask some people in disquise of ur type but really got 2 faces
might get urself hurt tryna play friend gotto wear bullet proof vest when time reveals an enemy playing pretend
U let them in tho a lesson so from now on the beginnings where the ends at
To grown for this shit that slows progress cause 1 day I wanna be able to say that I made it
Maybe find myself a lady I can call when I just wanna break shit cause I can't take it
yet she still puts a smile on my face cause she my baby
Lately this struggle I know got me feelin low n alone just stayin afloat
An my mind blown cause ya boy just came out from living under the dome
So fuck this he say she say shit, im on that he cray, she crazy
Very type thatll have ya puffin smoke with the brothers,
Bob marley, Tupac and B.I.G
... Ever wondered why ur minds always pondering on the messed up shit?
Like why cant i just be positive succeeding with bulk confidence or rich
Forever puttin in the hard yards to get fuck all out of it
Most cunts be outie thinkin to myself like
How did i end up alone held at gun point with anxiety
On the brink of with what feels like death
Cause somethings dieing inside of me,
Been years n im still tryin ghee i try to make it blind to see
So i rep the smile while i silently bleed...
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Hawkeye
Member since May 14 2016