Lyrics
Here's a Message to myself, we walk
The path that leads to better wealth
Once you have it, best to better walk
In stealth, or conceal by the belt
You ever skipped a meal by yourself
In the room tryna heal by yourself
What's the issue? Rains of shame for
Every time I misused, or any given
Excuse, in the web, like recluse
But I'm hanging by a thread, like a spider
My thoughts are feeling gloom, think that
Marley tryna drink the cider