Текст песни Weary (Travels) - THEALLSEEINGEYE

I took broken hearts & tragedy
Turned them into works of art
A gallery, full of results
When the path was haphazardly
For my Brothers I'd blast happily
I hope Isaiah/Izaiah know he half of me
I asked god what the fuck is going on
With what he handed me
He said a plan for me
I said fuck that
Past the heavens what I plan to reach
All I had to do was plant the seed
I dropped the J from my name
But I could never drop the weed
Roll it up, spark that shit & pass to me
Roll it up, spark that shit & pass to me
Roll it up, spark that shit & pass to me
Roll it up, spark that shit & pass to
They tryna tell me truth, pay tides
Like how the pastor be
Like two truths on each side make one lie
Take heed of how the answers be misconstrued
Sometimes catastrophes the interlude
I get through and that's the proof of my mastery
I was always who I had to be
Shoutout my baby, not day where she's not gassin me
And when I end up wrong she never lashed at me
Pretty simple but I swear I got a past to me
Type of shit that almost brought the last of me
I had my back against the wall
The world up on my back
But developed no no astrophy
I kept it moving on the path I lead
I never plan to leap
But if I do it's out of faith someones catching me
That's the Downfall