Spring

Times rollin can I get a grip on it
Sick of this anxiety keeping me alone to think
Minds always thinkin in the crib fuck it we can get outside and get away the
way its suppose to be
Walk through the woods and all the valleys Im passin by the flowers that formin
so you know its spring
Drop of the motha fuckin grid get away from this society that they ain’t never
gonna leave
Ride by with my hoodie up bumpin shit dont five a fuck if somebody gona notice
me
While you fuckas goin to your job I been tryna heal my mind and my soul through
this poetry
Fucked up back when I was young no one thought that I would make my own lane
but I told you G
Tryna do this shit the way I want but for now I’ll probly kick it on my own
where the forest be