Thoughts of the A.M.

Big dreams, confused teens, but keep rhyming till we drive beems.

I remember I would cut classes without passes, they called me a bitch.

Now i keep my head up with my neck stitched.

Movin dope was my stash, and the cash was great, never late,

gotta keep work in, lurkin on this pen.

Who will i be, type of shit will i see?

Got robbed with a glock, now i'm on the clock, rapping yea tick tock

Freestyle, take the extra mile, flow like Nile, confused, dazed,

maybe even in a haze. If you toke then cool, i cant judge, did it myself,

The lyrics got smudged, Put em back on my shelf

Everything for a reason, change ain't treason its an escape,

This rap is getting raped, From how i feel trying to gain appeal,

some don't got a meal, who am i to complain

Mind like Cobain, but pen like shady, Sweat like Brady, know what it takes

if it snows, flakes hit my snout, reminisce, then I'm out