paroles de chanson PROVERBS (interlude) - Don Da Meance

Uh, three in the morning, why I'm up this late
Talking to God about what actions define my fate
Am I gonna make it?
Rhetorical question, I know the solution

But a n***a acting foolish, weak-minded, weak-hearted, comparing yourself leads to your demise
As you bury yourself, the fruits of your labor, like wine in the chalice, turn bitter
You spoiled the fruit, didn't water the soil, so you spoiled the roots
Looking at another plate, leave you starving for food

You malnourished, weak stomach, just water your soul
Perish the negativity, so you can flourish your soul
Appreciate your development from when you started to where you currently stand
I know that all of the pieces will fall right in your head