This is a song about "Proportion in our lives"

My hat is by jabbia and if you got a fucking problem

And cry about our lives, 'cuz nothing could improve 'em,

The start of where we turn our lives around, hard.

I mean that from the bottom of my heart

Different stage, switching paces like i'm shifting strings

Was so that lids could not open for our lives

I'm on the verge of excellence kill em off with no evidence

To anyone at anytime, so let's all live at least our lives

I’m throwing hundreds at kod, a little paper

But their frustration shouldn’t make their lives in danger,

Of impactful things one can ask for

He lives in apartments, right on the first floor

Man these songs that i made in my bedroom and shit

Until something comes and our lives are booted.

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

he saved our lives , he rose from death he forages for his sons,