Letter to Pooh

Goya Gumbani:

From the vast waters I done been through

For the cash I been sinful

Still standing on the ave with the minerals

Been a while since the line lost signal

But from now on the bills due

That’s when the stress brews

Tryina lead with the truth where the lies root

Systems got reboot

I got the knots unloosed & the cops tryina scoop

But I done hit my last already

And I’m tryina go where the past won’t let me

I’ma break thru the back doors, bet me

Subculture:

Lord heaven is

The memories we collect as kids

Now in my bones

I feel the coldness from the throne

Goya Gumbani:

Close to the achievement

But I can still feel the demons reaching

Got my uncle in my earlobe preaching

Same lessons from the teachings

Son gone so far from the feastings

Now Niggas want a piece in

So sly can’t even hiding the creeping

It’s the trust I’m needing

Many flights my nights consist of treason

I lost count of the feedings

And the feeling

I feel free when the leaves sing

And the lord on the phone wanna know when we meeting

But I told em it’s not this evening

If I got time to kill then why I’m speeding

Because this life of thrills is full of deep ends

And with this pile of skills i’ll shift the weed stems

Subculture:

Lord heaven is

The memories we collect as kids

Now in my bones

I feel the coldness from the throne