Letter to little bro

Wassup lil bro

you're only eight years old

'n have no clue as to what the world will hold.

Different views, same plain

if you lose or learn it's all the same thang

yo check the mind frame

life is all but a game.

At this moment in time,

all you have is your name

in sayin that, any nigga call you wack? you scrap

you know big bro has got your back on the real

when i step up

yeah all they prolly do is squeal,

but chill,

what im about to reveal stays concealed by the blindin dolla bills:

it aint always bout a mil'

but a meal with those who's real

but beware man this world is so surreal

and you might feel

a blade in your back.

get stabbed by the same niggas who was down for the set

so set your mind right

don't be perplexed,

don't get vexed,

when shit don't work out

how you planned it,

peep the third line and in time you'll understand it.

i aint nearly mastered this rap shit,

i just had to take some action.

so im axin'

i aint statin'.

that it's perfection i'm blessed with

just learn from my mistakes to avoid any disasters.

although perceptions is necessary

to get to the next step

and learn from it really.

knowledge is power,

but knowledge can devour actions

cos questions can't provide cheques 'n sexy ladies to sex with

just don't get obsessed with eatin that pussy for breakfast

apologies for my recklessness.

life is harsh,

don't judge me.

i got the scars so it must be fate that i'm still here today.

everyday you face another challenge

all you gotta do is keep your balance,

maintain the silence

know that you can handle it

so don't be actin scandalous.

only in death there's no advantages

so be an evangelist-narcissist

at your age you wouldn't understand what this is

'swhy i'm keepin it

til your transition into a man is complete.

chances are that'll come quicker than you think

you've been through more things at your age than many at a latter stage,

man you're brave

and the words i speak

are like prophecies

just call me Socrates.

revelations,

written by saints in places

way before the ancient phases we went through

which brings me to another point of view,

how do we know it's true?

i mean books with scriptures written, defines our religion?

i mean im christian, and i don't wanna doubt God's existence,

and frankly i won't

but sometimes man, you just don't know

so when you're in church and you hear the deacon speakin,

don't feel bad for think otherwise

cos sometimes even i wonder why does he believe it

more than any other nigga

trapped in cages and fences for past offenses

with minds like mazes,

tryna get the cheese

and it seems to me it comes down to what you were taught to believe.

many people may disagree

but that's just life and you can never have the answers for everything

just be sure to dream.

you got the genes and they fit you well,

you got the heavenly platform in this living hell,

you are blessed and the haters'll be able to tell

therefore they'll dwell on your failures and if it doesn't faze you,

they'll copy and paste you.

the shit comes in stages.

so just stay focused,

don't be heartless,

just learn to use your heart less,

i started and i lost stress

since then success is my only fuckin objective.

to get paid and raise the bar among the stars

like my nigga B rather catch a charge,

die on his feet in the streets than live on his knees.

compete with the best of em

say "fuck you" to the rest of em

R1 how im finessin em