Distance

Niggas lose some weight and all them goofies get to acting funny

Where yo’ ass was at when I was hungry, I ain’t had no money

Riding ‘round the city on the B2 dodging metro police

Coatless in the cold, temperature barely touching 40

Yeah I was broke but today I make acting money

Running up them digits, windows down, stuck in traffic money

Used to be a hater, now they saying that they actually love me

Still can’t get no money from me, still won’t get to love up on me

I don’t believe in borders, still respect my boundaries though

Survived a whole lot of shit before the age of 4

Always new I had to find a way up out that home

Shit is sad but my kids will tell more joyful poems

Hurt myself and plenty more just trying to numb the pain

Avoidance and dissociation ain’t the only way

Got to find yourself first before you seek the fame

‘Cause running away from the mirror only delays change