Hopefull State

Let's get into this.

Line by line diagram of my life.

Show you my toughs, my ideas. My mind.

Show you my kill-full lyricism.

Brewing since I came into the playpen.

This is a game for me. It's Entertaining.

 

But it's also a craft, a hobby, a thing to do when I'm sad.

A form of self-expression, that's self-explanatory.

Cause with these Words I can tell a story.

 

Or maybe go off on a beat, keep it discreet.

But don't be afraid to lay out some beef.

Get a reward for keeping the streak.

Mainly to get some respect from the streets, My peeps.

They been grinding it every day of the week.

 

Get acceptance from my mom. Show her where I'm from

So she can be proud of her hard-working son.

Show my dad that I'm rad, Skilled in my craft,

Tell him he raised a soldier. And he's bad.

 

But in a good way, And today is a good day.

Cause today is my birthday.

Thank you for your say.

For helping me on this journey.

 

But now it's time to have some fun.

Won't listen to lyrics repeating.

I'll go on. Never stop, never bleep it.

You're getting the uncensored version of a human being.

 

And I'm fleeing celling, Will fly past the net.

No spider will catch me, Won't hide in my bed.

But I will ask you to listen try, and catch my wishes.

Cause I promise I won't make errors, but If I do I'll handle them.

Own up and saddle them. Re-do that acronym.

 

So here is something clear but not revealing, As I'm seeing me leaving.

Won't let go of the beating.

My Issms are businesses, prisons I'm visiting

this is S's assisting since systems are listening

Missing this ignorance

And since 9 I've been ignorant

Delivering lines

 

Going through the holes on your face.

Infecting your brain with flows till it explodes, Its a race.

If you don't get that, wait.

Maybe It'll come to you, just keep walking straight.

Even though you might get stuck in the motion.

Hardworking, no promotion.

 

Like I was.

Didn't know.

Should I end this with plosives?

Am I supposedly hopples?

In this competitive format.

I don't know.

Maybe I'll explode in an O sec.

 

Probably not. But I'll write down my goings.

Tell you this journey, If you walk along with, me.

And if I win. I will share all the trophies.

Like the summer wind, I'll warm up your cold feet.

And by the end of this road, I'm hoping

That I'll stay completely open.

When I'm an old guy, sailing the oceans,

As I look at the cold sky.

Don't know where I'm going

But when I get there.

I promise to tell you my story.