Speed limits

I guess it’s time to speed to the limit,

Please give me a minute,

It takes time,

To make time,

To find a great time,

Dodge and avoid the fake minds,

For sake I’m-

I swear to god, that, I’m in that mode,

Where you can delete, hit alt,-but can’t control,

Used to get high as a bitch, no-U,F,O’s,

I chase goals, got a heart made of gold,

But veins frozen,

The chosen one,

I fight fate, and temptations,

-Frustrations, forced me to put a hole in one,

The same shit in which I’ve always done,

The jazz man, the fantastic, -fans classic,

Run it back, the quarterback-he’s asthmatic,

From dc, -that’s what it takes to bring static,

Pause-

See it straight, or stand tall,

With more buckets at high speeds like John wall,

The difference being, you not blocked-from blessings,

-Just a missed call,-not unknown,

Like Tyrone’s clone….

The times quick, the days long,

-and that’s wrong……

Speedin’ to the limit, but I’m still in control,

Even Missed a couple calls, but I ain’t miss my goals,

Heart made of gold, -yeah the veins still cold,

Tryna find my peace in a world so,—bold,

They don’t see the pain, just the shine when it glows-

Lost a couple friends, gained truth,-and that’s growth,

I been on the move, I’m still tryna find my soul,

Jazz Man blues, still playin’ through the flows….

Pedal to floor, I just need little more,……

(I just need a little more……)