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In Reflection, Life's Not Too Bad
Written to Snow White - Balance Cooper
Top tier
Never drop tears
Even when depression stops here
I'mma keep on stepping, what fear?
No sweat on my head when I jog clear, of my demons
Leave 'em
Trailing in my wake
Used to be slave to the wake and bake
Now I pray, add plates to my weights and take
A minute break to meditate
Concentrate on what's at stake
All my problems washed away
And the cost to squash an 8 and blaze, my pockets taste
Now I got a lot of dosh saved
Had to get up off my prostate
If I hoped to reach my 'pro' state
Now everywhere I go I'm in flow state, so mate
Don't take me for a joke
I'm a bloke, a geeza
With more than just poems I can teach ya
I can make your soul wanna leave ya
And hop on my song for a feature
Been around defeat so much I can smell it
Come and put yours in these
Betting your feet will perish
Under the weight of the hunger pains
Deprivation of sun-to-face
Expectations of 'wonder grades'
And I barely made the sound that the thunder makes
Hard to be humble
When you rumbled
In the jungle
And not grumble
Alright sure
I made songs
That expanded
On my feelings
I've been poor
I've been wrong
Took advantage
Dodgy dealings
But I fought
I've been strong
Now my hand is
On the ceiling
Cause I've never been quite this high before
Still remember times my spine was sore
Then I went and learned what the mic is for
And now I don't feel so shy no more
Top tier
Never drop tears
Even when depression stops here
I'mma keep on stepping, what fear?
No sweat on my head when I jog clear, of my demons
Leave 'em
Trailing in my wake
Used to be slave to the wake and bake
Now I pray, add plates to my weights and take
A minute break to meditate
Concentrate on what's at stake
All my problems washed away
And the cost to squash an 8 and blaze, my pockets taste
Now I got a lot of dosh saved
Had to get up off my prostate
If I hoped to reach my 'pro' state
Now everywhere I go I'm in flow state, so mate
Don't take me for a joke
I'm a bloke, a geeza
With more than just poems I can teach ya
I can make your soul wanna leave ya
And hop on my song for a feature
Been around defeat so much I can smell it
Come and put yours in these
Betting your feet will perish
Under the weight of the hunger pains
Deprivation of sun-to-face
Expectations of 'wonder grades'
And I barely made the sound that the thunder makes
Hard to be humble
When you rumbled
In the jungle
And not grumble
Alright sure
I made songs
That expanded
On my feelings
I've been poor
I've been wrong
Took advantage
Dodgy dealings
But I fought
I've been strong
Now my hand is
On the ceiling
Cause I've never been quite this high before
Still remember times my spine was sore
Then I went and learned what the mic is for
And now I don't feel so shy no more
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