Descendants
[Verse 2: INFNTLP]
I hug the block with subtle movement
Watch the soil drift inside roots and grow the tulips
Teacher tailored student
Real niggas do this
Head first without a blueprint
On my Stanley Kubrick
Always shining

I sustained the coolant
Refrigerated my chalice
And remained the coolest
Split my mind via palette

I try to find my balance so my mental can float
No remorse for the unwise, let me scribble my notes
If you can cross uncharted waters then I’d tell you that’s dope
If not, you wouldn’t get it like an inside joke

You a pessimist, praying for high hopes
Downplay my vision like you downplayin’ blind folk
This is what I wrote
My senses need maintenance
Blood clotted niggas need a shift in their platelets
This that black and brown colored mosaic
God gifted me with this natural born cadence, it’s basic