[Verse 1 DaLLY] Leave my home, pack my herbal tea for road Get my sketchbook, my paint, and then im ready to go My problem is I never got the h2o Its solving shit jamming this rickards down my throat Man i used to smoke so much and now I barely smoke In abandoned houses cop the vintage polo sport Always in this grunge or ominous mood I just want to do shows perform with BIG Popsh and Mos I know that shits coming its just hard when im alone And these tears running down my cheeks and dripping to my sneaks Everyday its just repeat and repeat Im writing these lines in silence but ill erupt on any beat And the corruption I see on every street corner From pharmacys selling drugs to the homeless wearing rugs Wheres the love wheres the love This human shit im losing it Acting like a fool again Tryna see through the lens Its fogged up, Is it peace when its all done I just miss the days playing fifa street with my bloods And when the reefer crept I thought it was all good And when i try to rest I feel these voices in my head just contracting Its just visons and visions and i dont know to who i listen Were in a system where your trapped till your underground Im just tryna let you know my perspectives in this town, Toronto
rickards, popsh, sketchbook, visons, wheres