 Okay, the difference between a nigga like me and a hundred million is a couple years. Had to knock the lining out of ribs to let some love in there. I be justifying crisis live from writing couple hymns. Laws that I abide by concerning family a covenant. Trauma I survived and left me planted, ain't no buckling. Fall got raised up high by artisan and when my lover dipped. I stay calm and guided through the qualms and reach the subtle shit. But I still got anxiety that causally me tunneled in.