Cashier

In the words of the greatest 
Change is good for any of us
Whatever it takes for any of y'all niggas to get up out the hood
I'm with you, I ain't mad at you
Was losing footing in search of a better balance
The flow fantastic way of living, sporadic
All these Inconsistencies, emotionally erratic 
Indulging richly in addiction and poor habits 
Coming up cigarette smoke saturated fabrics
Part of the reason I'm currently asthmatic
Huffing and puffing attitude showing looking mad 
Thinking bout my future repeatedly moving back
Had to Change how I was living
From sinning to repentance, thanking the Lord for forgiveness 
But never smile in pictures 
Couldn't hide my pain behind lenses 
Finding a better way to illustrate my intentions
All these bad decisions lead me to divine intervention 
Feel like Pippin bullshit left cataracts on my vision 
R.I.P. Earl Simmons, was out here really slipping
Had get a grip on life just like boa constrictors
Was fucked from certain things too young to witness
Family members nodding off in the kitchen when we was children 
Left holes In my heart like Zeroni and Yelnats
Got Pain Buried deeper than kissin' Kate lipstick
Anger turned relationships positive to be pernicious 
Before reflecting my image blamed the victim, was living
With mindset of children
Teachers told me how I come off is gone lead to a loss
And I always said they was tripping, didn't listen 
Til my attitude collided wit different women 
Seen infringement in friendships the shit was so sickening
Treatment in-need is holistic like Sebi visit
Not trying be witty simply expressing my deepest feelings
Pray to break the yoke of yesterday 
Rebuke the devil's dealings
Riding with the Lord but Satan love third wheeling
How much power steering is inside your expedition 
This more than a bunch of lyrics it's therapy for my spirit 
Step outside and feel the wind here 
You gone run back inside or grab yo' cashmere 
On same from last year 
U want change? Be the cashier 
Conversations I have in the mirror 
Tired living reckless
Tired of actin selfish 
Tired of feeling like a broken needle on the record 
You know they say repetition of the same thought or physical action
Develops into a habit 
And them same reflexes become automatic
Not saying this shit just to sound cinematic
Whatever u feed your mind 
Gone digest into your actions
Nigga you can talk yo' way out of a blessing