Moving

Feel the chime
 None of it matters
 Feel the chime
 None of it matters
 No ink splatters
 No more patterns
 No more stains or stencils
 No crown or dentals
 Just frowns from mental
 Too much for the pencil, yeah, yeah
 You been running central yeah, yeah
 All the shit I went through yeah, yeah
 You done put a dent through me, me
 I've got scars look can you see, see
 I'm not tryna cop a plea, please
 I'm just trying to break free, free
 Yeah, I'm just tryna leave, leave, leave, leave
 I don't know where I'm going
 You play while I'm just showing
 I don't know where I'm going
 You play while I'm just showing
 I just gotta keep on moving
 I don't know what else I'm doing
 I just gotta keep on moving
 I don't know what else I'm doing
 In my introspective bag, see the owl on the panel
 I keep this shit stored in me like water in a camel's back
 Rather express how I feel than get hype on tracks
 I write my own narratives I'm tight on facts
 I tie up all the loose ends like a noose
 Know these consequences come from what you choose
 Excessive with the care hoping it'll translate back
 Cause the shit inside me's more harmful than a cigarette pack
 And I'm tarred by the respect I give out
 The trade is what it's always been about
 As it goes lights out, time for a new dawn
 Taken too long for me to return to form
 Shrouded in the darkness of this suit
 Leave those behind me destitute
 Silence sufficed I'm resolute
 There's no one for me to gesture to
 I've blessed a few and they've been counting my sneezes
 The spirits climb out, all but one wheezes
 The air is thin through all of the breezes
 I don't know where I'm going
 You play while I'm just showing
 I don't know where I'm going
 You play while I'm just showing
 I just gotta keep on moving
 I don't know what else I'm doing
 I just gotta keep on moving
 I don't know what else I'm doing