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……

[Hook]
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……)

Hip hop, jazz-hip hop, confident, trap