More Gifts

You there? You okay? Yeah, but those flames
It's so hot, I'm scared

Curses and shit
More gifts than there's curses and shit
I'm fineprint, you niggas really
Cursive as shit i tried to scribe it
Don't really think the words do exist
I tried to find it
It's peak 'cause the search is within
Was by Vernon
I used to go to church and then dip
To get a verse in
I got to get to hurtin' a bit
The skimpy burned quick
At times when gettin' herb was a trip
But now the work in
We all gettin' personal spliff
When it's a burden
It's worse tryna hurdle abyss
I slept through sermons
Dreamin' how to work through a stint
I'm never learnin'
I mean I never purposely did
Forever turnin'
At least we know that certainty clipped
To each his own, we earn what we get
We keep determined
We bleed alone through virtue and stress
To be assertive, can't seem to hold a
Purse through the strength
To be of service, a leecher
In your circle again, uh

More gifts than it's curses and shit, shit
It's more gifts