We want to ‘have experienced’ things more than we want to ‘be experiencing’ them
Lil’ boi fresh
For all the trafficians, a Lil’ boi fresh is in your city and oh boy, it was me at one point in time; able to leave the trafficians in their place and my Lil’ boi fresh face for my soul to trace.
Pressure of choices O_o
Prison yard to the cell
As the song goes on and the prison song echos on, or should we call it prison hymns; with or without me, the same-thing
