[Scar]

Penny for my palm - to what do i owe these cents in hand
Jesus is testing me, failure means i'm deemed not yet a man
I won’t lie though it’s crossed my mind, be a rapper, that’s the plan!
But “fame” is lightning in a bottle followed by flashes in the pan
That’s how it usually pans out - hooks and verses, patterns and beats
We out here - In the field gathering coals and slabs of sheaves
The smell of cotton in my gin; poppy seeds in flask of dreams
Slaving to the trade - hey, someday I'll own a masterpiece
I’ve mastered peace. It’s a joke right? Well, just know you’ll laugh at least
I got wolves on my bed spread yet, counting lambs while half asleep
Trying to separate chaff from wheat. Lambs and sheep, wool over eyes
It’s hard to warm up to company - it’s always cooler outside
Let’s count the jewels in the sky. *sigh* Orion’s belt is sooooo Gucci
No lie, shit moved me. Enough to dust off the wry and scribe in this loose leaf
I’m tired though. One last push, armored fatigue loaded with holes
Rocking a camo’, grasping at straws, yall, im going for broke