Spring - Whxami

Times rollin can I get a grip on it

Sick of this anxiety keeping me alone to think

Minds always thinkin in the crib fuck it we can get outside and get away the

way its suppose to be

Walk through the woods and all the valleys Im passin by the flowers that formin

so you know its spring

Drop of the motha fuckin grid get away from this society that they ain’t never

gonna leave

Ride by with my hoodie up bumpin shit dont five a fuck if somebody gona notice

me

While you fuckas goin to your job I been tryna heal my mind and my soul through

this poetry

Fucked up back when I was young no one thought that I would make my own lane

but I told you G

Tryna do this shit the way I want but for now I’ll probly kick it on my own

where the forest be