Search results for 'Plan, Assign, Control, and Evaluate'

the chance to that thereof control, feel my grasp and hold
Never selling out to the devil, what's that gonna settle?
I'd rather live in the street and pedal,

the land
In the attempts to re-evaluate in search of other plans
Quality control turns into damage control
Will it go back, is it possible
Feel it underneath

away
Do it in a major way, yeah
I had to make the play, yeah
I had to make the plan, yeah
I had to take the stand, yeah
Get out my fuckin face
Clean em

Seems we're in control
As we take our leave
Seems like we are perfectly aware
Of the part we play
Of the webs we weave
Of the hold we have on our

ain't cold
Mic control with no soul
That's so dead
I ain't got time for that
In my mind I map
Tryna find where there minds are at
Gold diggers don't care

the skies off the richter scale
Missed signs as storms raged in good times we was doing well
Things got out of control we was doomed to fail
Twenty twenty one

plus

Power assigns to each individual's face
But we're the ones tripping, huh
Asking for it and preoccupied with race or some kind of unjustified angst

new plan
When a brand new man is what came out
Chase clouds? I'm kickin' back
I'll focus up, Meditation Matt
Call me that, or what you want
If it's

have a solid plan
If I should die
Hope I make it to the sky
Then I stand eye to eye
Then ask the maker Lord why
Lord why
Why do young mothers bury sons

years
Now they be telling me I lost the lead
My dogs and I be watching them laughing at the absurdity
The plan is set to take control of demand and get

and evaluate
The ebb with the flow
We learn and we grow
Take a yes like a no
And brace for this life
Cus you really never know
Don't be defined by the stories

was leaving tomorrow, so I can control all of my sorrows

I made plans, no you can't change that up. Had something for you, but you messed that up

I'll

Analyse, evaluate, reflect. Who are you? Where are you? What's going on? Did things go according to plan? Has it turned out so wrong? Taking stock,

that they made love that sound
I am just a man with a plan out of Afghan
Pull the slim pin ain't no coming back now
Who you know doing what I'm doing

poetry, man
Mint condition intervention, but you're only human man

I'm grateful for what I have, genuinely not trying to complain
Just trying to evaluate