Bloody Knuckles

Watching hands on the clock move
 When you focused most these nigga try stop you
 Only do it cuz i got to, push the pedal full throttle
 Marching on the cobble, sorrow been bottled
 When i saw truth had to chase it
 Time wasted keep my thoughts racin
 No waitin in this location
 Under the sun by my brothers on the pavement
 Demons tryn break in but we kept the locked door
 Picking up the issues fam dropped off
 Knuckles hit the drywall
 Running but we not lost
 Took some time off
 Stressing had me sick
 Cut ties now i move like ashes in the wind
 Never was the type of nigga fitted in
 But i brought light like a filament
 See you switchin and its tragic
 Same nigga from the cradle to the casket
 In the face of trouble i be laughin
 Striking matches
 Issues in the past tense
 Severed my attachments
 Niggas really wasn't with me through them rough patches
 U just a image i see nothing in ya caption