I can't see 'em comin down my ey...

Most Incredible? It ain't to my Credit, Though.

I was raised to Be Right,

Despite the countless Street Fights,

What it took from you I can't ever Recite,

Because it's ineffable, you gave me the Sweet Life,

Despite being surrounded by bad apples that didn't bother to Teach Minds,

Only perpetuated what they attenuated through Beef, Like,

The fact that patience is a sign of a Weak Mind,

Or that you have to be prepared to give a Clean Bite,

I love my dawgs I can't ever have a bigger Dream, I,

just wish I could also need you like I Need Mics,

I Bleed Vice, you don't see? I, never meant to Feed Lies I just need to Recline,

And Retry to mount this mountain of you by talking to you on one of these Sleepless Deep Nights,

My lungs Breathe Strife, my heart Keeps Knives,

Jabbed in itself as a reminder of no minor violations when I would Mistreat Rights,

A Miscreant mixed with Thieves, Derived,

From his fathers' father Pristine Prize,

Despite being absent his true gift never Ceases to Jive,

Within the Creases of reality, never in Recess, It Hides,

Self-acceptance is more than just what Pleases the Eyes,

I can't forgive myself in honor of what you Conceded to Climb,

And you, Believed to be Fine, were Reeking from the fear of Steep Heights,

A walking miracle, a force of nature, when I see you I see your Wings Shine,

I love you mom, and I'm sorry I can't ever Read These Lines,

To you, so I let this Song Bleed, and Cry,

For you, since I can't Speak or even Seem to Try,

To let you know this is how I feel, Deep Inside.