Cruisin'

(Yo Rell what you really gonna talk about)
 My life that's really worth talking bout
 It's been 5 months feeling like I'm free falling
 Almost New Years and I Just now start recording
 Soul in the midst of a storm yea it's still pouring
 And I keep rejecting the phone when it's God calling (1800)
 Feeling cut off from my own tree like a dead branch
 Out here looking like an attic that says can't
 I mean these glasses kinda getting hard to see from
 The devil govern my state
 And it's kind of hard to impeach em
 I never gave up my soul mission listen
 My heart just starting to feel like timbs
 Wit the sole missing (New York City)
 So many wanna know what my minds like
 Picture knowing which way to go
 With a blindsight
 My minds right I just seem to be a hard head
 But have no problems handling a woman with a hard head
 Taking care of friends and family is a high price
 Maybe this would be a better battle with my vice
 In hindsight I guess I'm putting on a strong face
 Got me feeling like a kitten trapped inside a dog cage
 But I don't have excuses sitting in my body
 I'm not a bull there ain't a bunch of shit inside my potty
 Prolly that bar seem to hover over heads
 I dread
 Like Malcolm they won't see my vision till I'm dead
 I got this chemistry
 Known to fuck up energy
 Instantly unbalance your walk on a line of symmetry
 And if any think somehow they can damage me
 Then lyrically watch me take an axe to they canopy
 (Yall niggaz be sleeping man)
 (Ya need to wake the fuck up)
 (Remy Rell Logan Jonez)
 (Witness the landing of the parachute)
 (This nigga Rell in the fridge in the studio)
 (Tryna get a beer and shit)
 (Thirsty ass nigga)
 I put 'em in the freezer bitch
 (I'm a keep that shit watch)