Tunnel vision

Praying for my downfall, I see nothing but the tunnel vision. Daily grind, pressed for climb, ain’t no time for sleeping. On the rise, slept on but recognize my metaphors epitomize intricate ways of thinking. We in silly season, individualist setting trends just for likes, making sense for no reason. Praying for my downfall, I see nothing but the tunnel vision. Balled knuckles, upper cutting my way through the trenches, never looking back on hazy days of adolescence. Tunnel vision, lessons exemplified for my young prince to listen. This is history, building empires to pass down to legacies. Praying for my downfall, heavy darts shot falling waist side, forever missing. Are you hearing it? The glory my name will ring across the street, tunnel vision to the money, no way you stopping D. Pay attention, on the rise, slept on but recognize my metaphors epitomize intricate ways of thinking. Stay tunnel vision not interested in your myths of dreams missing. I’m gifted, slightly prolific, tunnel vision to the money …what’s ya goals? Are you shifting or sticking

-Nesh