Herbology - P.O.A.

Despite what you once thought to be a solid foundation of trust and understanding
You gotta be ready to handle you can't confide and believe
That everybody's got your best interest
And that's just facts
Keep your integrity on 100 times over
Continue to strive for perfection even when nobody's wit you, especially
Shit

These recent talks I had with cuz about us showing up
And blowing up the clubs before this Covid struck
But what's a journey without several bumps
What's an earning when you paying back on debts you fucked
A major setback with a minor come up
Rely your ends on odds with high results, you can't afford to take a loss
So at the very least, let's hope a nigga breaking even
Compete with demons only gonna break your pockets when they peep your weakness
Poker face is on 100 every 24, nobody knows which way to take me
So they leave me
Be to my circumference where my comfort lies
Cause what surrounds me is a bunch of lies that real ones never intertwine or entertain
Can't run a game when I'm the Gm playing
I'm calling shots with run on lines to starting 5s
This 4 the times to beat the clock, a 3 the shot
2 Seconds left, the 1 that's next is setting up to build his legacy
A thoroughbred to see, so there's no time for rest
Stretching out my will til nothing's left
Evading stress that I ain't meant to pick up
You gotta play it sharp and catch who slipping
To that extent to bring the point, not fully sure
But he got my attention. He told me, Cousin, listen

Supposed the ones you backing really at you
About face, reeking havoc
Real distractions be the ones around you
They find amusement in you losing, you the main attraction
But never falter off the shit that try to knock your balance

He got the AR sittin in the trunk with laser scope
To bring the smoke when times is phoning
For opponents to get handled with at straight precision
Feel me
I ain't no killer, but be damned if I insist on leaving out the crib without a tool
Just how them crackers is
I swear
He's quite my senior with a ill demeanor
His game, I peeped it from the starting line to jot this sequence
Attention truly needed
Now, here's the: Point of Art
For countless pieces
I dig critique that understands a nigga tryna be shit
You go for years to catch you something, lose the fight you running
You compromise yourself; I never preach it
My stock is clearly rising
Let's infiltrate and monetize, and build a staircase to enlightened rises
It's your fault you never thought you see it
Your vision's off and faith was lost before I even had the chance to start
So now you can't believe it
That Teddy Pen you in-to fit you decent
Suppressed the sheep beneath the wolf's exterior
But you a terrier, inferior to pace along my pedigree
Who's next to eat
They blessing me, and Ima feast to bring my momma peace
A pair of keys into a better life
Forever right before I even think to break the bank

Supposed the ones you backing really at you
About face, reeking havoc
Real distractions be the ones around you
They find amusement in you losing, you the main attraction
But never falter off the shit that try to knock your balance

100, 000 Saved and 20 spent to double it
Repeat the trip and get it right
Because our people dying
From the first smack and cry
Best believe, it's kinda hard to never question why
But it's up to God
Just manifest your timing next in line
Diviner intervention every time

We living in a contaminated rapture
Dismantled and staggered
Distance established, still we masked up
Food is scarce and jobs is slim
If you ain't essential, how we chew to live
But we hustled off a dismal year
And paining through another
Let's hope this one's more clear

Written by:
Herbert Mallory

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