Intro(work in progress)

If your hearing this I'm gone, phisically and mentally

I've lost my mind, and maybe that's what's best for me

life became all lust and greed, I was worried about the biggest piece

I was worried about the biggest chain and all the stress

made my mind go insane, but I least I had my fame

before the stress I overcame drove me to the end

probably not suicide but someone's helping hand

see a future star left in the dirt and sand

in the sunlit beach is where I deserve to be a wasted man

but fame doesn't have to have the same result I had

keep your family by your side with both hands

don't worry about money worry about taking a stand

on what you believe in, or you'll end up out of inspiration

out of imagination, left with an empty station

as an artist you have the power to rise a whole nation

but you have to use it carefully

or you'll end up somehow your own enemy

this wasn't gods plan it wasn't my destiny

but you can make yours, just follow your dream

 

 

I dont know how I ended up like this

so much thinking led me to emptiness

left everything just to work at this

for what, so I can be named great

have the money and fortune and hate

nevermind forget the fame

I kept to myself for years to hide from hate

now I'm not self contained I have the hate

and it's way to late to say it's lost

I'm self contained in my thoughts

but preach beliefs even through the cost

not the money but the people that got tossed

even in my intro I ain't going out soft

no need for style I don't need the sauce

I just wanna live life in peace so fuck off

everyone always in my face like a stand off

sick of everyone acting fake I don't know yall

but I still speak to them I adore the haul

like I adore the fall, taking shit like ethanol

I'm sick of standing tall time to lose it like I lost all

no maul but still hurt the bitch like it's football

I used to ball but then I got recalled

used to blame it on cholesterol

rap about random shit cause I lost it like awol

I'm not tough but still act hard like a brick wall

I'm not old still new to this but on a higher level

soon to be the best, American top idol

think I've lost my tire no its a motorcycle

I'm waiting on the top title

then I'm leaving my high hold to the next pitiful

rapper who don't want this shit

not a rapper but I will still own the shit

rank me off the color of my skin

base me off the color of my skin

get ready pretty soon I'll be the one who wins

not eminem or logic great but I'm not them

I'm someone who only listens to the voice in their head

not an evil one just the that gives me this mindset

because somewhere in my big ass forehead

is something that will lead to the end

of fake rap the shit that you hate to get stuck in your head

this Is what it's all lead to this very end

wake up city cause real life's bout to begin

you listen knowing that my shit is a test

of trials and consequences that soon will send

you off into your special place

so come on just a little taste