Shoutout Kip

https://soundcloud.com/kipzzz

Fidgeting, finding comfort in the little things,
cos i'm deep on a mission n it's a distant clinch,
tredding deep in a system where you get seen on clips,
what you see n experience mean beliefs will switch,
sown the seeds n I'm reaping them as the seasons switch,
grown to weed within periods but mostly leave the shit,
slight reprieve before I steer into deep abyss,
slight relief but the plight stays imminent,
deceit n tricks, leave leery as my peace abject,
beneath appearance strength transcends my withered skin,
taking off putting faith up in these brittle wings,
younger days no stranger to beligerence,
faded off the J's since the days when I was innocent, splitting ends, missing friends I guess this is how the mission is,
it left me jaded as I aged n never giving shits, 
days blazed, my mistake I didn't see the risk,
make a wish, pray for deliverance,
the dividends are imminent, depending on my diligence,
it's sink or swim when you're in it with the bigger fish,
certain things are sacred while others frivolous,
spirit stained from the past but come to think of it, I surrendered to a power that relinquished it,
then in the midst I caught a glimpse of all the mystic shit,
and ever since I been squinting at the hidden bits,
sixth sense, seven sins, misstepped with elegance, was at my wits end but this here's to better things...

sixth sense (Prod. Kip C)

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