daily bars #2

sitting her writing wishing for something to gain

my issues gonna get abused till you remember my name

i dont wanna be in the news or have the fame

i just wanna stake my claim in the rap game

if my 15 minutes comes then i'll try to stay the same

but i hear with each minute after that you go exponentially insane

my intentions reflect of where i aim

but i dont now where i am

id sell my soul again and again just to be heard as a man and musician

in the past incisions on my wrist told me to give up all of it

that life was meaningless if my only means of egress

was to keep my pain a secret

to never peak even whenever it was bleak id have nothing to seek

but now this motive keeps me going swimming through oceans

keeping rivers flowing by spitting in my story the rest is history

ask me 3 years ago if i ever thought id make it

id think youd be doing it retorically

ask me right now and ill probably respond ironically

i plan to live iconicaly, using each beat to hyphenate "M-E"

so my enemies will get to know the best me

is under lock and i threw away the key

this is what happens when natural talent unearths unimaginable energy

it enters my belly like jellly then exits my mouth like poetry

thats how you know its me

and if i was trying to get a single point across

its that im the best while the rest are lost

i determined the cost and held a sermon sipping gin and listening to nas

we all came to the conclusion that ive got the biggest balls