She said young nappy nigga looking for love, Whats good? Fluently I speak that dank cannabis bliss. No wonder I wonder how to keep grounded. Or grindin' I still wonder what she thinks of me, but whatever. Im etchin dreams in this book of mine. One more cigarette to forget the stress, Not yet fiend. I blends trends to get dressed. Must I keep thinking, a young prodigy of potent love.. So that the love of my speakers keep bass, I can hear those pains, no longer. Stronger I feel for her, she aint mine, yet, then I pull over. Breathe slow, keep calm. The journey is far from over.
-- sincerely, A Young Nigga
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