CONSCIOUS / my stream of conscious has gotten so much worst / ive grown accustomed but didnt trust it at first / the more im living the more im feeling im lost / i wanted to give my soul but kept forgetting the cost / my special woman is growing more every day / i swear i keep overlooking the subtle shit that she say / had a conversation with her / asked her, ‘what you want’ / she spoke with a quiet voice, ‘ i want to be free of wants’ / shit, took a second just to comprehend / my biggest compliment was always using common sense / but once you take your past lessons and apply to life / i think you start becoming someone that you might’ve liked / so stay with me, all of my shit is monstrous, all of my shit is mainstream, all of my shit is conscious / im feeling light, like we been here before / so i aint gotta speak on heavy / i done did it before / i done did it with trill / i did it all in the past / and volume one was just a taste of what i wanted to ask / do yall feel me / tell me for real, do yall feel me / half tank up on this hill, would yall feel me / flat broke up on this stage do yall feel me / i said flat broke up on this stage do yall feel me / i done dined with the devil / deal in the works / he told me heaven gotta pop / so im feeling to burst / i aint worried ‘bout a flop, cause im still on this earth / my competitions looking foul so im stealing it first / i ran it home, i dont change i just grow into life / its evidently my own stadium, im showing the lights / this mental marriage got my whole squad throwing this rice / i feel it deep within my bones, thats how i know when its right / so stay with me, all of my shit is monstrous, all of my shit is mainstream, all of my shit is conscious / i wrote again ‘cause i thought, ‘fuck it, its your birthday’ / i wanna talk instead of giving you this wordplay / like, straight up / i been feeling these things / like im slowly getting closer now to seeing my dreams / become reality shows and shows all on my schedule / the tour bus got 8 screens and hot tea on the kettle / im trying to level with the fact that i aint got you alive / but you know music keep me working like i got me a job / i put in work, this work feeling like its writing itself / i saw your pic the other day and took that shit off the shelf / slipped the frame in my pocket / now i carry you with me / got people asking ‘bout your name, i told the world that it’s Cindy / i use your memory for good to preach of lessons in love / i hold my anger in contempt and only stretch for a hug / i know at times i lose myself / you bring me right back around / if all was lost i’d have to say, it once was but its found