Sand to the Sun

I look a lot at my self
Each time I think on my niggas I try to offer my help
They looking more at floor
I’m tryna push niggas forward
I’m looking more to the sky
I been so lost in the clouds
They think I never come down
They never see me around
I’m like the spirit of god gone in the wind Ima star
If ever you really need me I be wherever you are nigga just gimme a call
If I loved you before I could never see you starve
Im good at starting shit up
I’m like the key to a car
Ignite a fire in mortals and make em into a god
Niggas lie on they insides and wonder why they inside out
Downing desires and dealing with doubt
You losing empathy and moving for clout
You lost nigga and I’m here to help
I’m reaching out but you folding up
Progress paused you slowing us down just go with the procession
Moving backwards like every election
You only know me as a name on a twitter page
You wanna show me who you is but you been afraid
Oh you been hiding in a box but what’s the benefit
You know inside it’s time to change but you don’t give a shit
I pray for you I pray for you I pray for all of us
I meditate I medicate I hope I level up
And in my head I see this shit for what it really be
Another escape from reality and honestly
You the same as sand to the sun
Meaning your meaningless
Waiting on your ego death
Might enlighten you never know
Depends on the zoom though
Perspective is powerful
I’m my momma worst mistake
Her smile switch when she see me and her voice raise
Like blood pressure she done seen me through a court case
Or two and at this point I’m thinking that she sick of me truly
Young black and unruly
I been like fuck the authority since I stepped in
You side with blue like the white man
Never tell my left bout my right hand
Moves might be blue by tonight
Beaded noose round the neck kinda tight
They be like
How you lonely in a room full of god
He don’t answer and my thoughts getting loud
Talking to him now is getting too hard
He said something in my adolescence now he never talking like he leaving me lost
Fuck it I guess I’m the boss
My religion is Jizzaism
Dancing with death now I’m really living
Hand me a deck now I’m really dealing crack me a code nigga
God made a god I’m the goat with em
Yet and still
Im the same as sand to the sun
Meaning I’m meaningless
Waiting on my ego death
Might enlighten you never know
Depends on the zoom though
Perspective is powerful
They say inside the mind of every artist there’s a masterpiece
Inside the mind of every Saint there is some blasphemy
And first of all thanks to Jizza Raw for having me
They say we got the game on lock but we got the master key
We really same as the sand to the sun
Yo head the same as your hand to a gun it’s really all perspective
The bomb about to drop is it the end or new beginnings
Has our sinning been forgiven man it’s really all subjective
And any rap collective popping off we gonna check em like some chess
grandmasters most of y’all just playing checkers
And most of y’all just making records man we making hits
Claim y’all real but you really all just counterfeit
Friends saying that I spit it like I packed a lip
Central PA white boy in me and I would never trip
Cause now I want y’all ripping up your rhyme books
Threw on Jizza’s new tape had em all saying I’m shook
Pen and a pad for me is lime gasoline and a matchbook
Cook so many rappers they asked me how long the batch took
Einstein with the rhymes better beware
It’s verbal warfare when I hop on a hendo joint with a snare
Me and Jizza came to drop some energy in this affair
Cause who you think that Albert meant when he said MC squared damn
We the same as sand to the sun
Meaning we meaningless
Wait on the ego death
Might enlighten you never know
Depends on the zoom though
Perspective is powerful