Traffic Jam

Look ima good man Trauma got me in a bad place I lost a lot of love and replaced the pain with a fine rage Its hard to talk about my loss without a beat playing And if I do ill probably spark a blunt to stop my shaken hand Im shaking hands locking eyes seeing through they glance I keep a pistol in my pants I don’t fucking dance They making plans no weapons forming against me stand Even if you killed me Ninja scroll my monsters check my hands I got more ghosts then you got folks in this living realm They watching you and whisper in my ear if I should put you down Maybe im broken cuz I was left at the lost and found Went cali bound and now im smoking with the dog pound And that shits crazy if you know me in them days lost When I named my very first pistol lil Nate dog Cuz it made me feel like I was the hardest man in this town Till my brother took it went to use and they shot em down I guess we reaping really only what we sowing down Poppa left a seed and now this rose can crack a concrete mound My petals lifting up these mountains off the fucking ground Go an eat a dick from the back and smell that doo doo brown Cuz life just a traffic jam Moving through the city Im smoking my bud an im feeling so shitty An looking at the booties and im starring at her titties But id rather go home and Cuddle up with my kitties Cuz life just a traffic jam Moving through the city Im smoking my bud an im feeling so shitty Im looking at the booties and im starring at her titties But id rather go home and Cuddle up with my kitties I see the world from the point of view of an eagles eye Think about the dead so much I hardly feel alive An sometimes I go outside so I can see the sky Immediately walk back in and find a beat to rhyme I put my pistol in a safe just to give me space Cuz on an off day probably put a hole into my face No matter how i high I climb I’ll never see your face I build myself a tower a bable lead me to outer space I guess to ever see you again Id need a time machine Thats a hard pill to swallow like a lima bean Even with a million streams I can’t afford the finner things It’s back to robbing tourist who think they buying the finest green Im on that og knowledge spit you a throw back Leave a poem right at your feet like its a toe tag I don’t brag I make moves a locomotive Oh shit I didn’t know your bitch was on some hoe shit Don’t trip or you may find yourself in the ocean You no fish you should stay on the land and just coast it You ghosted you dead homie you got no emotion I’m open I kept it one hundred since I was spoken Devoted kill your whole click without a motive I’m old head I come from the testis of a dope a head You can try and test me I make messy out your forehead You could not invest me im laser point in my focus Cuz life just a traffic jam Moving through the city Im smoking my bud an im feeling so shitty An looking at the booties and im starring at her titties But id rather go home and Cuddle up with my kitties Cuz life just a traffic jam Moving through the city Im smoking my bud an im feeling so shitty Im looking at the booties and im starring at her titties But id rather go home and Cuddle up with my kitties