More Gifts

[Intro]

You there? You okay?

Yeah, but those flames

They're too hot! I'm scared!

Curses and shit

[Verse]

More gifts than there's curses and shit

I'm fineprint, you niggas really cursive as shit

I tried to scribe it, don't really think the words do exist

I tried to find it, it's peak 'cause the search is within

Was by Vernon, I used to go to church and then dip

To get a verse in, I got to get to hurtin' a bit

The skimpy burned quick, at times when gettin' herb was a trip

But now the work in, we all gettin' personal spliff

When it's a burden, it's worse tryna hurdle abyss

I slept through sermons, dreamin' how to work through a sin

I'm never learnin', I mean I never purposely did

Forever turnin', at least we know that certainty clipped

To each his own, we earn what we get

We keep determined, we bleed alone through virtue and stress

To be assertive, can't seem to hold a purse through the strength

To be of service, a leecher in your circle again, uh

[Outro]

More gifts than it's curses and shit, shit

It's more gifts