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Tristian Workman

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All of this energy I aint worried bout no enemy
Inner dreams all created by the memory 
Thinking I'm finna free my myself within the beat 
I got the tendency 
To be defending me 
I need me plenty weed 
So I can sit in peace 
Dis be the melody 
Wait fo the symphony 
Writing so much that it all come religiously 
My pen is dripping ink 
You hear the history 
Smoking on hella weed 
I gotta get the green 
I feel the jealousy im feeling sick of me 
I said to hell w me I should get rid of me 
Throw out myself and become who I wish to be 

it dont mean shit to me if you aint listening 
I been to hell to see the devil sinning free
I went to heaven seen that god a friend to me 
I wanna better my soul til the end of me 
Writing  down all of this shit like its meant to be 
I let me pencil speak. Drawing my destiny 
Life aint so finicky w deez amphetamines
I can do anything cant get ahead of me 
Til I be dead deceased im living endlessly 
Making me head believe im on to better things 
Am who am I be damned if aint 
Gotta van for the band 
Gotta plan for the stage 
Im da man who I am gods plan w da faith 
no bands in da bank 
Jus fans w the base 
Just dance to the bass 
Goddamn its a race 
For the chance imma take 
Might dance on my grave 
When im banned from this place 
No chance ima change 
ima Stand for the pain 
Make plans for the rage 
set camp out in space 
Expand in the brain 
Smoke cannabis strange 
No damage can break like Damn its amazing 
Hand me the mic ill hand you amazement 
matter fact f*ck that I don't gotta say shhh
I dont gotta say shit! 
Rappin that f*ck cash i been getting paid slim 
Working for the payments 
Sick al da the same shit 
I aint got no bank den 
Better make a change quick 
Speaking in my language 
Hoping that it make sense 
Elevate and stay lit 
Hella faded wasted 
Tell a hater stay pissed 
I aint w the fake shit 
Destined for greatness
My heaven is waiting  
I'm next in the game bitch 
Death to my fake friends 
Or ill never make it 
Rip to patience
 Waiting for the days end 
Seeming like the days tend to mend til they aint them 
Everybody living in pretend like a lame trend 

Smoking on hella weed 
I gotta get the green 
I feel the jealousy im feeling sick of me 
I said to hell w me I should get rid of me 
Throw out myself and become who I wish to be
Making me head believe im on to better things 
Am who am I be damned if aint 
Gotta van for the band 
Gotta plan for the stage 

Feeling like they bodies bout to cave in amen 
Souless lost in they ways in places  
Open your heart to the pain and tame it 
Focus on art and create this painting 
 Every brush stoke is a wave in the matrix...-

I dont f*ck hos Maryjane is the main bitch 
In da blood flow in the veins running hatred 
Wit the thug flow im insane if I aint sick 
Living up floating to the gates of my brains end 
Giving up hope, no way gotta make it 
Sick of my lows 
So I picked up soul 
Then I hit up my road to envision my goals 
No kidding no joke 
Jus a kid w tight flow 
In a live or die role 
Gotta spin the dice slow 
When im in the minds home, spitting symbolized poems of the inner vibe 
Growing I aint in the right program 
Skinning my soul 
From the skin of my bones damn 
I am jus a lone man 
Making up my own plan 
Building on my own land 
Thinking bout the old past 
Thinking about the present 
Singing let my soul craft 
Make it what I let it 
Music the best friend I already said it 
Restless spitting this flow as the message 
Headed for the fucking gates of the heavens 
Ready for the day I die like im reckless 
Steady I been on the rise no reference 
I don't need to mother fuckin rhyme yo preference 
I spit that chronic flames ? 
I been on that conscious wave 
Rolling up the strongest strain 
Smoking on my scars n pain 
While I reach for stars in space 
I won't even start to name the shit I go thru on the daily 
I got so much flaws it's crazy 
I been busy contemplating 
Why the f*ck my heart is racing talking shady I don't even got to say it what's That shit up on yo playlist

Aight.... Got it. 

Yeah I let my soul sing 
Fucking yo bitch w no strings
Ion tell its low-key 
But ima tell my homies 
Ima tell my ho leave  
Im aware I know me 
I can hear my bones scream
 Cause I aint gettin no sleep 
Im wide awake in my own dream 
N I been living so lonely 

Yuh
Yeah I been doing my own thing smoking on the dope green 
Grow free 
No love for the police

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