paroles de chanson Reflect - Fortay

Lord please come get me out,
Through the rain through the pain through doubt
Through my brain stay the strain gotta
Maintain looking for a change only change that i count
All the wrong i'll never make right again,
Fight with the pen struggle made me wiser man,
Still clueless fuck i gotta do this,
Kids be looking up when they should be looking down,
On me what i see when i look around got lost in the streets
Lost as a seed, dropping on beats,
Venting all my anger gotta set it free
Gotta get the gs, wish it was true,
What about inner peace cause i'm missin it to
Feenin for a hit claim i never need shit,
If i had some weed lit but this is the proof
That was wrong inside a song, my inner thoughts guess it was bent
Living crooked as couldn't see it
Straight, fucked up one time and time again
So i repent and lay awake, these sleepless nights ain't catching up
Catching up to me sick off puffing weed,
Sick of cunts around me i've had enough
Why reflect on time that's gone, can't get it back guess it's a trap
Living in the past i was i was living so fast,
Got me tripping out when i stop and look back
No matter which way i took to
Choose, still will finding i face regrets
Hating life all the pain side inside,
Only wasting time taking time to reflect

Lost in life, what's the price,
We pay to find to find peace these times are deep
No time to sleep, wide awake tryna find my way & not die a sheep
A victim to our circumstance, a working man i coulda been
Hooked on green, from a teen i was earning grams living the dream
Stuck in the street the current sitch
No time can change inside my brain, breakin my back,
Slanging sacks no wonder i'm out getting high again
Life's a strange, live it right still have wrong get done to you
Nothing good comes as a guess gotta
Deal with the stress ain't nothing new
Try my best can't say it is til when i'm at the most of i had
In the streets by myself only made it through coz god got my back
Under qualified all my life, rose up from the lower class
Without a hustle or some muscle in the
Street how the fucks a cunt suppose to last?
Get stuck on drugs, choose to smoke then lose your mind
Do some crime because your broke
Then get done for it an lose your time
See to many lose their life, them troubled times will i be next?
Living fast need to slow it down
Trying to find myself taking time to reflect

Looking back just as lost as i was at the start these times are hard
This crooked path i'm walking on got
Me looking back thinking why'd i start?
To end like this i reminisce,
Good times that i'll never get back again
Life's too short my wiser thoughts
Can't be doing dumb shit so i grab my pen
And write em down this life i live,
All types off shit i'm dealing with
The realest spit i'll ever drop
Yeah you won't relate or you'll feel the shit
Lost some mates, lost some time,
Never lost the hope but i've lost my mind
Crossed the line,
No turning back yeah i've seen some lows so i'm often high
Doesn't help just for a sec, it numbs the thoughts from stuck in court
To fucking whores playing games,
Won't say no names coz the cunt don't talk
Either way, need the pay, leathers leach & leaders lead
Remember shit i was prepared to do broke on the streets, needed a feed
To the sky keep it up tryna find salvation in this weed i puff
Need a deeper cup to be drinking from,
Keep my eye on the game but i've seen enough
Take the stress, laugh at it, harness it put it in tracks
Yeah it's hard will i make it right,
Reflecting it taking time to look back

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