Chi TheRealist - Shadow Work

What you willin to die foe
Peace, I'm dying to be free
I'm feeling like I'm walking Tightrope
What would you fight foe
The Cheese I need stability
I'm down I'll be dammed if I die broke
I think I'm stuck in a cycle
It seems that history repeats
Predicting the direction I might go
My well ran dry telling me I should cry moe
When life sucks I'm realizing it's Lipo
So what you willing to die foe
Peter panhandling for handouts
Sleeping on this damn couch
Mind full of dreams
Arms wide but not receiving no blessing still I ran routes
They tell me Can't should never come out of a man's mouth,
But what other word can I use for what I'm unable to do
Like wait, take breaks and have faith in me making it
Or trust God has a better plan for me and my relationships
Always thought arrogance was telling God what you gon do
Why can't I talk about nothing else but the fire
Thinking bout my desires
Sinking and feeling tired
Reeling and uninspired
Need healing but I'm afraid of revealing
The fact that I hit a ceiling with all my rhymes
Writings not even appealing man I don tried
Avoiding peeling
Tell me does concealing make me a liar
Crazy how someone can want me when a few weeks ago
I only wanted me to expire
I'm a
Memory hoarder with a mood disorder
I remember watching Law & Order
Back when Huggie Juices were a quarter
That's when Cops was cool and not mistaken for a trump supporter
When my pops dated the whore that had the Ford Explorer
Maybe if she wasn't crazy I'd have better words for her
between her fist and lack of attention don't know which one hurt more
Tried to ignore
The violent rapport
Inside of me torn cuz of lack of momma this what I settle for
I been a little stuck
I mean how can my father be such a slave to lust
When it comes to his son seem he don't give a fuck
It always seemed that there were more repercussions for my cussin
Then a woman touching and punching me
Elephants not discussed
I may make a whole song out of this subject,
The more I think about it the more I get upset
I never thought that I would bust a rhyme and touch it
But fuck it Speaking of fucking that's probably why I loved rough sex
Longing for love I've had a lack of it
With my back on flattened mattresses
Began unpacking my damaged baggage
Fact of the matter is you either broke or broken
Ain't know I'd be both but hoping
that I would grow from what the latter is
we just some battered kids
That's why I work on healing
Cuz I'd be dammed if a woman come from these Shattered ribs
These next lines are for if I really have a kid…
What you willin to die foe
Peace, I'm dying to be free
I'm feeling like I'm walking Tightrope
What would you fight foe
The Cheese I need stability
I'm down I'll be dammed if I die broke
I think I'm stuck in a cycle
It seems that history repeats
Predicting the direction I might go
My well ran dry telling me I should cry moe
When life sucks I'm realizing it's Lipo
So what you willing to die foe
It seems that history repeats
Configuring the patterns I might go
My well ran dry telling me I should cry moe
When life sucks I'm realizing it's Lipo
Oh My God!

Written by:
James Boykins

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