Scattered Minds
I'm about to flow in
Heavy winds hittin lately but we aint even lookin'
The world going through shit but you are still foolin'
Plus all these young niggaz coming through with no endz
And I aint talking money, I'm talking false movement
I got one on my 3 am hotline
Calling me over, like its about time
But I gotta keep it movin
Theres no second chances for the fakes, I aint conversating unless the vision straight
No such thing as fate when were all in the same game
But do you do it for the fame or do you do it to maintain?
This poem is about:
Me
Our world