This is a song about "Voices of the wind"

When i rhyme and spit /and write this shit and feel stuck in the darkness that im residing in

Frustration drained of determination, voices deterring imagination

Lonely hearted in the corner hearing voices in my head.

Guess it's something like your girl, nigga it ain't came yet

And the voices of my ma,will ever crown me,

Via niggas rep spreading speeches through the city

From voices of dead memories because of my bad choices.

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

Now walk to it with your land mind

Your scent flowing in the wind

Him attention but moms, yeah my momma as loyal as any sister would come

The point of this song is pointless, voices are gone, but their echo's my rhythm

My effort is contagious, so check this boa shit

Life is blowin' in the wind, words of a clever poet,

I get mine and i bounce like a bad check

Tired of hearin' these voices in my head