Everything Pt.2 (Reflektions) Abstrakt

[Verse 1]

Reflections on my life, tryna disrupt evil
Scanning all my papers, in case they are not legal
I'm wining down my glass, to let the cops see through
If what you sow is what you reap, I guess I'm a blunt needle

I don't have to do dancehall to get a hot single
If you can't connect with hip hop, you're getting a wrong signal
There's more than a million reasons I don't trust people
They go dey shine teeth for your front like boy wey touch nipple

But for your back omo mehn, they got a knife and a gun
They backstab you in your front, shoot your wife and your son
Haters praying that I won't blow, my homies still expect more
But guy, this ain't the kinda life that I prepared for

I tried to capture a benefactor, that's all I asked for
I haven't even got a record label or a sponsor
So I bought a bucket of green paint, to create greener pastures
Along with a pocket of faith and confidence of a pastor

I have seen negros turn away from other negroes
If everyone wants to be saved, who go come be the hero
So im here thinking of either coffee or cappuccino
Cos recently, Origin just turned my alcohol to zero