Thoughts

I got a lot to say but where to begin?

these lyrics are inside of me somewhere within

in my blood, in the veins, that are under my skin

they say rap's a game, well nigga imma win

now i don't know where i'll go but i know where i've been

seen a lot of shit, commited a lotta sins

but what i'm trynna say if you'd only listen

this rap shit needs me i'm the yang to it's yin.

 

this flow i got is so cold

the weed i got is all rolled

next in rotation, let me put this shit on, hold...

 

Lo and behold, this kid is like gold,

throw him on an album, it would be out-sold.

this is school, but you've only been told

so take a seat nigga you about to get showed.

 

it was back in 97'

pops was on antidepressants

(used to smack my momma up over shit he wasn't content with

as i watch her defenseless, with his strikes, relentless

there was something manifesting deep within it was resentment)

*moms was busy raising kids that were going through adolescence*