Souf Side Soul - Fighter's Interlude

I'm having trouble with the process
Head down I'm pushing but struggle gauging my progress
Feet pound the pavement amazing but I won't stop yet
Until I get the word the whole section ate off these projects
I'm optimistic
Remember days ain't have a pot to piss in
Mama got us out of raw conditions
All she asked was that we clean the kitchen
Ever since I had a different mission
Still in the kitchen but I'm over the stove
Working my wrist whippin hope
Approaching goals but most give up on this road
You fresh linnen boy you easy to fold
But not on this side
My click tight
None could trip I
Keep my grip tight
You ever see me reach for the left
Its time to get right
Man this is for my dawgs who been 10 toes like they out of Memphis
That never sold off the lies they sent us
I owe some damage to lots of negus
Crazy they be poppin hella greasy til we beefing then they turn to chickens
Not bout the bull its more about the business
Less bout results and more about decisions
Hope you don't miss
The significance in my gift
Cuz this pen is swift but its genuine
The sentences I pen help negus avoid the pins and sentences
My sentiment
Will always align with divine timing
This ladder that I'm climbing
Uncover divine findings
In a world where most these people avoid the truth and alignment
Once you align with the truth you eat sheep like I know you lion
Ain't trippin hope that you get whatever you after bro
I just peep the truth and how you move just don't seem natural
Most these heathens cappin but why yo cap mostly capital
Swear you slang cane and bang red you been a cappa tho
The money fast or slow that really makes a difference
Fast money leaves fast slow money's better at stickin
That's free game man I only kick what I'm livin
Tony Hawk once my wheels are in motion my grinds relentless
Simple the math's addition
Success can feel like addiction
But I'm down to stand the rain for the love of my new edtion
Quote me until they goat me
I'm focused the shots are open
Been scoping plus adding motion
Divide my lines peep the Quotient
Whoa

Been fighting So long
Look how far we've come
With so much left to do
Been fighting So long
Look how far we've come
With so much left to do

Written by:
Rodney Gilbert

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