I found peace down the street... My crib got a second floor now, Can't show her where I live... I ****... she try and buss the doors down, Yo spot baby... it's Granite counters all around my stove tops baby, Touching more guap lately... been a god... sick of praying just to hope god save me, I'm Still yelling inna morning when my soul ties wake me, Still scared that I'll go broke again... Know the bid... soak it in, Soul searching daily trynna find out where my focus went, Technicolor Easels... Let the colors ease you, If you knew he ain't ya brother... Why cut him when he need you, The Art been inside me... Heart cull it when it need to, The eye's just a window for ya soul... And I seen through, ...Deep... introspective... My Grief been collecting, I'm cleansing negativity... My peace been a blessing, I breathe through the lessons... My dreams been protected, Projecting... this thinking till my sleep get the message, I'm just a Nîgga living righteous in this living hell, Technicolor easels what I'm writin... And my pen excels, More life... hagakure sending me that off white, Rest in peace to Virgil... Tho I'm knowing it's a hard fight, Dealing wit yo trauma get elusive in the broad light, Allah in my aura, for a Lucifer... It's on sight, I would stay beside ya when you lose it in them long nights, But I wont keep providing till you prove to me it's alright, But I been doubting... Found a way through the drowning, Down and out by my lonesome... Even lower when crowded, I can't seem to get out it... Off the liquor I'm rowdy, Rebelling ain't in my nature... But neither is throwing towel in,I stand tall... can't be that nigga the devil dance on, Red stripe Jamaican lager... Looser than the dancehall, Hands on... passin down my culture like a hand off, They play my shit in France... What the **** could I be mad for, (Yeah, uh...) Hands on... passin down my culture like a hand off, They play my shit in France... What the **** could I be mad for nigga?, (Technicolor Easels, uh... Technicolor Easels... Granite Countertops) Look, I found peace down the street... My crib got a second floor now, Can't show her where I live... I ****... she try and buss the doors down, Yo spot baby... it's Granite counters all around my stove tops baby, Touching more guap lately... been a god... sick of praying just to hope god save me, Still yelling inna morning when my soul ties wake me, Still scared that I'll go broke again... Know the bid... soak it in, Soul searching daily trynna find out where my focus is,