Torn between better choices & the better stories
I'm Torn between doing what I want & what's better for me
I'm Young & im juiced the fuck up it's starting to set in
I'm from No Mans Island, but the West End
But it feel like a Change of setting
Dropped a 2nd album on some flesh of my flesh shit
With a couple songs on it that reminisce of confessions
The new school do whatever if you let it until you've led it
Bet it
Niggas tried to son me & shun me
Dub me a dummy
Bitches tried play me
Now I play to much cuz they want me
I'm not that accessible
She really mad I treat her like she regular
I smoke that gas before I answer , &if I gas her I press 87
She mad she can't apply the pressure
I used to feel pressure, now it is what it is
I take a misstep to a milestone
I take a L to a different mind zone
I take a plane to a different time zone
I take it all in stride tho
& we all want it all so quick
Watch the highlights of niggas lives , & niggas be so sick
Then bottle up that energy as if they didn't notice
Back when stacys & robs held respective corners or Drexel rd
In the shop they'd correct my flow
Now I got they attention froze
The Crew Down & on the lookout
They even held me back from snapping at Jas cookout
Damn that shit looked wild
But they seen the best in me
Nowadays they see the best of me
I'm still slipping on routines that Heem stress to me
I'm still smoking my weed, just to relieve stress for me
I'm still ignoring things, just to achieve destiny
They try to dim my light but I'm too clever
Light bulbs in place of the halo
But no switch up like I'm in a dark place though
Sometimes it seem like forging new friendships are pointless
Then Fair weathers flock together
Tune & Raw bet the bread in 2K
That's the only time they go against each one another
Enough epiphanies to go around, life'll humble you quickly
Gotta move different
Your whole outlook through & through different
Everyone worried bout everyone else
Turns into hatred
Everybody just talking in circles
You proving Tasteless
I used to look my own name like M.I. LESS ?
Comparing myself to fake shit
But I recorded 10 hours through hypotherm in the basement
I feel I meet new people just to deal with the conflict later
You already in progress when you meet them along the way
& they feel they price ain't been paid
No bartering they just trade
But I'm a starter & finish things
& grow out of the beginner WAYS
& move on to the bigger plays
Yet I'm shaped by the little things
& that's real shit
I hope as I grow older I don't lose my train of thought
Or have change of heart
I'd like to think my moral fabric is engrained not taught
Man, Lying take a lot of energy
You can't back up shit yeen got the memory
You nigga to an accessory to the legacy
We gon have heir after after heir & we'll never let it breathe
Still find myself tryna to remember lessons I swore I learned
I find people tryna rebuild the bridges I swore they burned
They tryna bring some to the tables I swore I turned
Revealed the oppers, they slipped to a point of no return
THEN I BROKE FOUR WALLS, & flipped my flaws
Fuck y'all
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