[Intro: Dalai Lama]
Now no matter was hope or how difficult it is
But in deep inside some kind of open heart
Compassionate heart
Dad brings inner stand
Less fear
[Verse]
Loving me is something I was taught again
Sober how I brought it in
Wasn't in my father's plans, couldn't run to where I saw it end
What's the function of a sorry man, damn
Living easier in reach, I give an arm and leg, talking about leverage
Level headedness, one step forward, two steps back
That's what that is, I reckon
Progressing, more lessons, less legions, more blessings
More meanings, so reckless I was
Correct me, load heavy, my soul wasn't ready
My growth slow and steady with love
Trust, soul provider
How I give something and I will recieve nada
Heart being modest
Heart pumping blood through the body
On it, Stone Island
Inside, I got feelings that I hold hostage
In time I'll get rid of what I need to prosper
Evelyn in my Fellini pasta
Pesto with the burrata
Clean the plate and give the praise to papa
I was raised proper
Look at what I made from the grain like it's horchata
Just a yute when I seen Shottas
Mine or yours, I restore honor, on the floor wilding
No judgement of what your God is
Of his grace I'm a short product
It's a new saga, on his sea was an armada
Problems, metaphoric, metamorph, I transmute trauma
Undergone a true life promise
I don't like nonsense, but I love lightning
Couldn't speak about the hurt 'cause I was tongue biting
I'm done fighting, no comparisons to Navy 'cause it’s none like him
Now no matter was hope or how difficult it is
But in deep inside some kind of open heart
Compassionate heart
Dad brings inner stand
Less fear
[Verse]
Loving me is something I was taught again
Sober how I brought it in
Wasn't in my father's plans, couldn't run to where I saw it end
What's the function of a sorry man, damn
Living easier in reach, I give an arm and leg, talking about leverage
Level headedness, one step forward, two steps back
That's what that is, I reckon
Progressing, more lessons, less legions, more blessings
More meanings, so reckless I was
Correct me, load heavy, my soul wasn't ready
My growth slow and steady with love
Trust, soul provider
How I give something and I will recieve nada
Heart being modest
Heart pumping blood through the body
On it, Stone Island
Inside, I got feelings that I hold hostage
In time I'll get rid of what I need to prosper
Evelyn in my Fellini pasta
Pesto with the burrata
Clean the plate and give the praise to papa
I was raised proper
Look at what I made from the grain like it's horchata
Just a yute when I seen Shottas
Mine or yours, I restore honor, on the floor wilding
No judgement of what your God is
Of his grace I'm a short product
It's a new saga, on his sea was an armada
Problems, metaphoric, metamorph, I transmute trauma
Undergone a true life promise
I don't like nonsense, but I love lightning
Couldn't speak about the hurt 'cause I was tongue biting
I'm done fighting, no comparisons to Navy 'cause it’s none like him
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