man

wake up don mean go

some days i jus sit wit it

blunt half gone

hours roll on

ain moved

but the weight still liftin

got point fo left still make it talk

took two pulls chest ease off

ion need much

jus space

jus quiet

door locked but i ain hidin

no

i jus kno how peace feel

it come slo

neighbors argue

fightin like they rehearsin

headphones on

peace didn visit em for a few months now

but i been tuned out

leaf say let em chirpin

long as it don knock the door

long as it don knock the door

(pffft)

i keep my thoughts in a ziploc

right next to the lighter wit no name

thats the only thang keep me sane

weed be my mirror sometimes

show me what i don gotta chase

show me what i already have

show me

ain no badge gon make me

ain no money gon change me

ain let nun of that phase me

i kno

see it clearly

don feel no urgency

i don need to achieve

whatchu may believe is reasons

is meaning

still walk like i owe myself sum

like i brung me this far

ya feel me

(pffft)

i ain rushin nothin

nah i ain rushin

nah i ain

i let it come how it come

i let it roll how it roll

smoke talk back, say “chu home now”

say “chu good”

say “chu whole now”

i ain rushin nothin

nah

high don mean gon

(gone…)

it mean i can hear me

(“hmm-mm-mm”)

mean i can feel me

thats rare

(“hmm-mm-mm”)

so i stay there

used to match wit folks that switch faces

used to move blind now i see layers

used to ride out jus to ride out

now i weigh grams like decisions

now i count who still worth

who i wanna be wit

see

pack come sealed but the day don

lotta folks crack when the calm hit

lotta folks talk lot but hear nun

i jus listen

don say much

neva been like that

neva been that man

neva was pressin

never said this world owe me

jus kno i ain owe them neither

erry L came wit lessons

erry blunt came wit breathin

erry breath kept me centered

cant fake ease

cant pose peace man

(pffft)

this that sit-down smoke not that step-out

this that front porch lean back eye lo

listenin to the flo of cars movin along slo

this that “nah, i'm good”

when they ask if chu still goin out bro

this that learned patience

burned patience

gracious space

earned space

wit no reservations

thats why....

i ain rushin nothin

(rushin?…)

nah

i let it roll

i let it ride

weed talk sweet like it kno my side

(kno my side…)

say “stay down”

say “you tried”

say “you ain fold, chu jus got tired”

(tired… uhhh)

i ain rushin nothin

(nothin…)

nah im right where im posed to be