Lyrics

(Monologue)

Closer than open emotions to open eyes
Closer than how being hopeless is close to dying
Closer than knowing that black folk supposed to fly
Closer that what? what?
My soul and I.

Closer than open emotions to open eyes
Closer than how being hopeless is close to dying
Closer than knowing that black folk supposed to fly
Closer that what? what?
My soul and I.

I wanna be closer than prince and purple is.
Closer than testicles and some hurdles is.
shit.
I wrote a song, and I hope it brings you nothin but honor,
and I promise Imma do what I can to honor you promise
and bring this life sentence together, (what?)
like a comma, my momma even know I got mo' flavor that cup ramen,
that's why whenever I get on the mic,
there ain't no options left,
than to mix the pen and paper,
til my mind aint stressed.
The same press... depressing.
The same stress... is stressing,
my braincells, perception, can change hell, to heaven,
and make wells in deserts,
and make meals for breakfast,
Ayo.
Thank you to all of the families that made it happen,
And in matters of the heart, yea you close to mine.
I welcome everybody here to a different chapter,
starring just me, my soul and I.

Closer than open emotions to open eyes
Closer than how being hopeless is close to dying
Closer than knowing that black folk supposed to fly
Closer that what? what?
My soul and I.

Closer than open emotions to open eyes
Closer than how being hopeless is close to dying
Closer than knowing that black folk supposed to fly
Closer that what?

Peter piper never gave a fuck but people always following,
swallowing the bs cause they feening for acknowledgement,
wondering when I look in the mirror like "where college went?"
Shoulda went to college for a degree in some politics, this awkward shit like sitting on a toilet with no toilet tissue,
or singing the wrong song in the wrong venue,
mama always sayin something that over you head cause you don't like emotion and you'd rather just go with ya mental.
Papa always chasing something related to bread but you don't like emotions from this nigga so bring home the menu
Funny how time flies when eyes cry and thoughts wander,
Funny how minds fly when mind's eyes are more stronger,
I could go on longer, but what's the point in mackin? and with my poignant action maybe you would know my mind,
Imma grow stronger, every minute passin,
imma get closer, much closer to my soul and I.