D.M.O.E - Let Me Vent

I'm seeing up where I'm standing Can't avoid the fall but you can prepare for
The landing Never had much but still I'ma manage
Pressure make diamonds in the clutch I don't panic, I was born gifted
Long race, I ain't short winded Fuck the start, I respect the finish

Take your pride out, then you do some better business
Distracting pain with this money getting Roll another wood, roll another wood
My cousin E believe when nobody else would Smoking on regrets, memories we don't get back
We can turn the page but we can't start from scratch

I've been thinking different, reading more, having feelings less
More peaceful being solo, I'm who treat me best
Swear it's all a test, we gon' make it cause we blessed
What that scripture say, manifest I'm relaxed in the booth but can't one with

The music Don't it sound good, balanced, soothing
I'm trying to paint a picture, tell me what you see
What you visualize the pain, or are those, tears of joy for me
I can't be around that fake love, I need real energy

Most people out for self, so it's hard to build a team
Put a bandaid on my scars, trying to heal from the streets
Cause all we see is bad days, like it's on repeat
What you seeing when you look at me? A creative genius or I'm just a savage beast

Its disrespect just to judge a nigga
Thinking small, you will never see the bigger picture
I notice fear, look at how you talk Niggas hoes trying to play it tough
See right through em, they not from the cloth Store runner we can send em off
When you a boss, you don't care the cost

Roll another wood, roll another wood If Fields was here today, we'd be on Damen and the Hood
10k challenge, yeah everybody got good You used to show love, any way you could
We used to be off Jigga, say how we was gon' get richer
Now only time we see you is when we looking through the picture, this shit hurt

Wild life feel cursed, I felt pain before, this feel worse
I keep knots like it's pocket change My money up, I'm not in your range
This shit get wicked, I can show you strange How I made shit, I'm still amazed
My soul free, they stuck in the cage
Inspiration, sit down, talk to God, meditation

They missing that part, they vacant I was taught to be great
And ain't no limit to the shit we chasing
You're always by my side

Written by:
Darcie Morris

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