lyric spirits:

try to distract myself from the love dwindlin
told mom im visitin
stitch the end of my lips say im better she aint listenin
clarity on my christmas list
dont push cause im close to cliff
lookin to exit but theres no maps in abyss
get thrills from taking risks
guess my only question is
whos been dealing all the chips?
before i light up the spliff, give thanks and praises
at the time my trust was fadin
watch my mind wash away like spiders when its raining
left me in a stasis with no dreams to be chasin
prescribe myself a playlist, in my room im jus pacin
plugs leaving me waitin is when i learned my patience
had lunch with mother earth, she had her face in her palms
i got my face in my palms
i got my fist in the wall
i got my heart on my sleeve and im taking it off
heard the pain what it cost, just in order to ball
i know chaos take form and then it dissolve
sunnyboy i was called but the days aint been sunny at all
hole in the atmosphere im reminiscing my fall
im piercing the veil, my tears turning to hail
feel like when truman took sail, toss my senses in well
if im diggin my grave, im hammerin nails
i got kush in my nails, know im here by the smell
i got spirits for sale
you live in fear i can tell, cant show no fear im in hell
cracks in liberty bell
im tryna get on my grind but theres kinks in the rail
my eyes pink lemonade
the steps i take serenade the clay from which i was made
went from hoopin 7th grade to buying dubs in 8th grade 
guess some things do change
my ma hopin its a phase im smokin blunts to the face
as the smoke takes shape, signs of an unknown space
my pupils shrink in the sun, my ancestors descend in the rays
i hear my niece calling to play.
ALHAMDULILAH

Face In My Palms

LYRICS:
VERSE 1 (Sammy Zein)
We was getting high in hell
no we aint where the angels dwell
jumped from heaven nah we aint fell
never believe the lies that they tell
she said she get low when its cold
we used to it we from the north
hit the beat and shift the fucking pole
she strippin now her clothes on the floor
she confused I didn't show in the photo
check the rearview we aint even close
center of my soul a black hole
never ask a question u don't wanna know
bitty I don't wanna hit that ciggy
somethin pretty lemme hit her kitty
cause she likes what's in my baggy
said she love me but she aint really
get them bands stop acting silly
getting cheese like we in philly
bitch im high'd up meditating we aint affiliating
where's the bud I need a lot
pouring drugs In a soda pop 
stepping over your schemes and your plots
posted with the fiends in the parking lot
or im in the basement with the cash crop 
never paying mind to a thought
VERSE 2 (Kri$py)

Border Crossing

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