Lyrics Poetic Injustice - Chetta

Waiting on my time, yeah
Owe it to what's mine, yeah
Looking for a sign, yeah
Life on every line, yeah
Put me on decline, yeah
Answer to the crime, yeah
Trappin' wasting time, yeah
I just wanna shine, yeah
Something doesn't feel right
Can't figure out what's real life
Too late to get my mind right
Ignorin' all the lime light
Exposing you on damn sight
Ain't worried 'bout no damn fight
Too focused on my own spite
Too focused on this dirty Sprite

Give a fuck what they talk
How they talk, if they talk 'bout me
Let's get it (Let's get it)
Give a fuck what they say
How they say, if they say 'bout me
Come get it (Come get it)
Play games and I'm with it (I'm with it)
Drop the top on your celling (Your celling)
Boxing out all my feelings (My feelings)
Come take a guess on what's missing (What's missing)

How I lost my mind
How I lost my mind (Yeah, yeah)
How I lost my mind
How I'm feeling fine (Yeah, yeah)
How I'm feeling fine
How I'm feeling fine (Yeah, yeah)
Take another dose of me
I'd rather die poetically