Reminiscent

Thats a common word

For the common bird

But thats not the topic though

I want to make sure that this gets heard

Or prolly read maybe

Fuck, I started cryin' like baby

Thinkin' about those times in the past when my very style was fuckin' crazy

I was makin' rhymes that seemed too hasty lazy and it was fuckin' hazy

Couldn't even tell one line from the other but people bein' nice said I was amazin'

I was 14 at time I wrote my first rhyme to a girl on kik

Few days later she was at my waiter took me to the back room just to be my pick

It made me fuckin' sick, and she was hella thick, prolly woulda smashed her too

If her ass wasn't bein' faker than a sculpture shoe

Well now I rue, questioned every friend that I ever knew

They kept replyin' like "What I do?"

Its not what you do, its who you do it to

And I ran out of empathy, sympathy was more like my enemy

Time goes by then I'm an antipathy, watchin' all for them signs of apathy

Started talkin' to myself telepathically, lettin' everybody actions tell the math for me

In reality, I was checkin' 'em out like I wanted their mentality

Reminiscin' on my past

Where everybody last

Stay updated in my past

'Cause the time pass

Noticed the old trash

Where my rhymes was thrown in gas

And I wanted to always ask

Will I ever be the last

But you can see I'm reminiscin' (x3)

I'm just that young nigga with them thoughts thats hella reminiscent

Theres once was a time before the lines I wrote on paper

Before my fuckin' dog died and my brother's prison papers

Where I can see a bright light

Just at the end of the tunnel

I kept runnin' then I stumbled

'Cause I seen the plight

I seen this plot before

Everybody goes out that door

But I wanted something more

Or something else that helps me forward

Thought 'bout givin' up

Saw no way out thats just my luck

Touched on a wall and it crumbled down

I looked around for a dollar and a buck

Its the devil was in mind, I'm fuckin' up half the time

I just needed a shrine to pray to god so I can feel just fine

For the devil it was lunchtime, it was crunch time, on these bones of mine

Pickin' me apart and thats one by one

Tell the devil job well done, if he wants me gone just pick up a gun

'Cause I been feelin' dead for a couple of months

Never asked for help not once

So I gave in to scraps and crumbs

My worst enemy became my fam

Couldn't accept for who the fuck I am

They started sayin' shit like Uncle Sam

"I want you..." to be a man

Reminiscin' on my past

Where everybody last

Stay updated in my past

'Cause the time pass

Noticed the old trash

Where my rhymes was thrown in gas

And I wanted to always ask

Will I ever be the last

But you can see I'm reminiscin' (x3)

I'm just that young nigga with them thoughts thats hella reminiscent