They want me to cry tears/ like I’m wasting years
Either they can’t listen or they lost their ears
An emotional wreck/ gotta keep my feelings in check
Bout to make a splash but the god damn towers
Got disintegrated by the god damn cowards
You just a little drizzle I’m a god damn shower
Plus I can’t get a spin from one of my friends
They might all listen when my life comes to an end
Oh no Lyle/ you catching feelings again
The spirit of my ancestors blowing in the wind
So I spit with the spirit of all my next of kin
Now they shocked to be a black rapper
I know the country wouldn’t want me as factor
The world loves the fact that I don’t matter
Matter of fact/ they love that my paper’s scattered
Jumping off the ladder with my Clothes torn and tattered

Verse 2

I see myself reaching for the ceiling
Do I have to touch the sky in order to make a killing
Or make me a villain/ aspire to garner millions
I spit for the soul of people in abandoned buildings
Broken down homes/ and unsafe living
So I’m willing to segregate myself from the system
So I get kind of livid/ when I can’t make a living
Or celebrate Christmas/ missing Thanksgiving
Talk real all my life/ no wonder they don’t listen
with all due respect / They afraid to connect
They neglect to regret/ it’s awful and yet
My rendition becomes a threat with a powerful set
Keys in the ignition/ jettisoned for the next acquisition
I’m back with the focus of a soldier on a mission
Or cops of a white child that’s gone missing
Do you get my depiction

Verse 3

Listen to the world/ got me facing my fears
It appears that my peers can’t think things clear
How many times can I say it’s my year
Then have all this greatness up and disappear
Out of nowhere/ running out of air
Out of commission/ conditions aren’t fair
I’m likely the best/ but they like me less
Than an innocent bystander that won’t confess
I’d promise my honor never to demise
Reaching for something/ rise to the sky
Games for the birds/ and I’m wondering why
I can’t let it go/ never even try
With all my music/ could I ever really die
Never sold drugs so what’s my supply
Just realized it’s just not the time
I’m a dead painter entering my prime