Faustin Asaad - Visions

I see the man in the mirror
Every day the plans get clearer
Visions from the past feel nearer
I was so naive to everything, I ain’t consider
I was off the shits so hard I thought about my liver
On the boulevard I work it out just like a sit-up
Pourin' out the liquor thinking RIP my nigga
Remember we was pushin' carts on the road to riches
Now you no longer with us so I gotta go and get it
Gotta take the time to really make a sound decision
If we want the youth to really see the bigger picture
I remember I was told to read up them scriptures
On the east side when I would get my hair re-twisted
What do it feel like
When you make it happen in real life
Horror stories happen in real-time
Just tryna kill time
They tried to dim the light, but I still shine
Fresh up out the dentist my grill shine
Open up the door what they call it, suicide
This one for my young niggas doing 2-9
This one for them single mothers working 9-5
Gotta stay up on your job, gotta stay up on your job

Written by:
James Bowman

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