Come Back

Every time the sun rise, the sun set, running to your own death

March to the beat of your own drum, hotep

Never comes to those who condone dread

Toe tapping fast, seeing red in your own head

End zone in sight, born to fight, bless the mic with the notepad

Every time I write, it’s a trip like a moped

I once was a coke head, sniffed ‘till the throat red

Numb as fuck, doing dirt, yeah, bragging and boastin’

All the shit I put myself through left me changed

I only had two bucks to my name, the rest was change

Set my aim high, but getting high was the game

Brain should be fried but I’m alright just the same