Letter to Pooh

Goya Gumbani:
From the vast waters I done been through
For the cash I been sinful
Still standing on the ave with the minerals
Been a while since the line lost signal
But from now on the bills due
That’s when the stress brews
Tryina lead with the truth where the lies root
Systems got reboot
I got the knots unloosed & the cops tryina scoop
But I done hit my last already
And I’m tryina go where the past won’t let me
I’ma break thru the back doors, bet me
Subculture:
Lord heaven is
The memories we collect as kids
Now in my bones
I feel the coldness from the throne
Goya Gumbani:
Close to the achievement
But I can still feel the demons reaching
Got my uncle in my earlobe preaching
Same lessons from the teachings
Son gone so far from the feastings
Now Niggas want a piece in
So sly can’t even hiding the creeping
It’s the trust I’m needing
Many flights my nights consist of treason
I lost count of the feedings
And the feeling
I feel free when the leaves sing
And the lord on the phone wanna know when we meeting
But I told em it’s not this evening
If I got time to kill then why I’m speeding
Because this life of thrills is full of deep ends
And with this pile of skills i’ll shift the weed stems
Subculture:
Lord heaven is
The memories we collect as kids
Now in my bones
I feel the coldness from the throne