I’m reflect’in on myself, shit is start’in to get clearer
Grey creep’in at my temples, solar trips keep add’in up
So every day is like my born date, everready is my cup
At times I drink too deeply and wake up out of state
Think’in about my pops and wonder if his could be my fate
But fuck that, I got way too much love in my life
So I’ma keep dance’in in the rain with my seeds and my wife
Life could be better, but I be damned if it ain’t good
Food, clothing, shelter, and knowledge live abundant in my hood
So I’ma keep show’in, and prove’in, and build’in in this joint
And I’ma keep a sharp pencil so you can keep get’in my point
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