Keys to this life hidden in the songs
Written in the poems
Hold em in ya palm
Never let go em
I was always warned never keep em torn
Mundane and boring how they tryna score it
Knowing that's it a really more there
They just never wanna go there
I just keep an open door there
Years kind to the young sage even age can't diminish yo hair
Share with the masses though molasses is the will to grow there
Slow to speak means peaks
Even valleys feeling like a higher low there
One day we'll all see where we'll all be when we really go there
It be real tight but I still fight
Music turning into like is real life
Crowd cheer then they wanna steal mics
Fentanyl turning people still like
Stillborn, really though I feel for 'em
How you take a puff then enough
Wake up to the judge and it's still going
That ain't OD, that's poisoned if you ask me
How this happening need to catch these
Fo' they kill all the youngins vastly
Man it's mad deep
Knowing that's it a really more there
I just keep an open door there
We'll all see when we go there
Keys to this life hidden in the songs
Written in the poems
Hold em in ya palm
Never let go em'
I was always warned never keep em' torn
Mundane and boring how they tryna score it
Knowing that's it a really more there
They just never wanna go there
I just keep an open door there
Years kind to the young sage even age can't diminish yo hair
Share with the masses though molasses is the will to grow there
Slow to speak means peaks
Even valleys feeling like a higher low there
One day we'll all see where we'll all be when we really go there