Rewind

Let me pause....
At this time in life, I'm in withdrawals -- nicorette isn't kickin'
Stopped writing fiction but I want to go back to that diction
Simple to switch, but rewriting it is too hard; some don't like to listen
To dreams that relate to places seen with my mental's vision
That's called tunnel-sight, and that's sickening
Especially when Ace, ChiZe, or even I are overlooked due to suspicions
Chill god, get in the passenger and strap on your safety provisions
And make sure you ears are as open as your greedy little paws
Fast forward....
To the times, niggas didn't know the lyrics
Didn't know I wrote to better my vocal structure, most don't feel this
I had to redraw, wiped the canvas clean so some could back off
My jurisdiction didn't mean much; thus less friends revisit
Some came back from reading one simple sentence
"Maybe that nigga dumbed it down, his true stories were the only thing I was feelin'"
Fuck off; if all the time I'm spending is nothing more that time wasted
Success is close, I can taste it -- it's been two years since the last I've had to record
Let me rewind....
To that time, Germany felt like it was so far
And niggas that produced for me were cool, but so lost
Had no direction, they were scared their girlfriends were keeping the children
Those seeds were dumped off, but they kept the ones in the nickels
That's so detrimental, niggas crying over their own blood's death they could've prevented
So soft, so they moved a little up north, across three seas
It was hard to believe, but I'm finally off my feet
And that nigga is back trying to keep my peace -- that's his loss

I guarantee I'll get this mixtape off the ground without him
Even if it means beg, borrow, and stealing all the vocals I founded
And leaving him barren like his girl's uterus when he was
Acting like the baby was better without him

How many niggas does it take to keep surrounding?
I could do without them, ugh.