Soft Eyes

Last call for alcohol

Never like when they hit the lights, but shit you had a ball

More than you assumed would ensue

But what you knew was if you was late to the room it still came to you after all

Everything I did was with you in mind

And there was always a mirror attached when I threw a line

As long you're doing fine, then my shit is duly lined

Depending on how you spell it, I took care of you and I

Or this was all expected, properly tied I was defined

When they was geeking son I was beefing with property lines

I gave you more, came here to paint the store

Added happy trees where bodies decorate the floor

Rest In Peace to Kelly and the homi's that came before

And shout to all the broads who bought a body to make it yours

I was writing records that embodied what they endured

As well as who be loading up a shotti to paint a wall

Along with who was ignoring the part where they aim at y'all

Like somebody got through to them, so what else could you do to them?

I'm comfortable including them, when everyone was losing them

I was out pursuing them, feeling like I'm crew with them

So none of this is new to them, they been in the loop with me

From every which a way but shit it came together beautifully

Fit you all suitably, and it was worth the kitchen time

Petals on the window sill, you're overdue to give me mine, for real

I gave my all, I gave you my all

But was my all ever enough

The pain outweighed the pleasure

But is my purpose above my plight?

Gave you life, dropped gems and pearls

Took this all around the world

Truly yours for as long as you need

With all that you need, until I

Came to realize

You closed your eyes and still wanted me

Your eyes wasn't soft enough

To see what you needed to see

So last year I was writing my retirement speech

Looking back at all the grounds that I'd aspired to reach

I called Phonte and we kicked it for an hour or three

Brotherly love, he put a little fire under me

He said yo you're one of the few, shit is obvious B

So how you talking bout retiring? You outta your bean

I said bro you got a point, that's why I called

He said don't let these mu'fuckas say when you're time is gone

Look who you inspired dog, I started to take a peak

And counted all these greats that they be praising that came from me

Humble brag, I was too busy tryna save a culture to double back

More hands than I'd ever known, but still I juggled that

Shoulders like Kiyan dad, the 7 with me

So whoever bet against me, tell em I spray back

Single handed, other hand was playing 68 olympics

Stretched out, from Tommie to John, gave it distance

Justice to poetically speak on whatever mattered

And gunning for the rest to believe it because it happened

You're free to be on your Kappa, that's whether Kaepernick

Or Kappa's passing the stick or capping back with the blick

The perils of understanding them all, my hand involved

Bill Withers grandma hands how I hand it off

In search of Nirvana I'm honored to tread it carefully

Room full of reasons why, singing make it clear for me

I gave my all, I gave you my all

But was my all ever enough

The pain outweighed the pleasure

But is my purpose above my plight?

Gave you life, dropped gems and pearls

Took this all around the world

Truly yours for as long as you need

With all that you need, until I

Came to realize

You closed your eyes and still wanted me

Your eyes wasn't soft enough

To see what you needed to see