This beat feels like holding grandfather's hand
In a picture I recall from a scrapbook way back when
It feels like my mothers voice, racing through the wind
To catch my ear before I went to catch my first sin
A sinner I've been, but a winner still wins
An unhappy man can still manage a grin
Fake it till it feels real, that's a plan
A fall back blueprint for when shit hits the fan
But when the air stops circulating and I can't breathe
I pray to what I cannot see, but know that's in deep
Deeper than my DNA, bank it like a B of A
Tanking through issues like tissue pap-er
I hit the gate
I got a patience problem, and can't relate to waiting
I'm from a different phylum, success anticipating
I anticipate success and there's no debating
Have to learn to deal with stress to make it all the way in
You wanna say that to me one more time, what's that?
You think I'm turning into my father now, what's that?
I think your right but I'll take it, no emotion is vacant
Cuz I'm Pisces and staking out my options in fact
I got many to drive, all the roads in the world
Pick adventure and ride, got my dogs and my girl
Now my wife and my pride, living life till I die
Seeking diamonds and pearls in an ocean of light
Swim the seas of the season
Won't freeze when it's freezing
Cuz I seize what I'm needing
Let it bleed when Im bleeding
Don't fuck with another mans process
Don't interfere with another mans healing
Even when the facts screaming out obvious
Hand behinds the back, let the man find his ceiling
Cuz I'm reaching to the stars above, hey
Learning how to use my golden gloves, hey