My God, it’s been a cold week
Feelin like I’m the only hope I got, feel like Kenobi
Everybody got a reason why they think they should control me
Why I feel the need to be defensive with no goalie
My reaction moldy
I threw myself out then put some oldies on
Cause I just wanna slip away, don’t need your drama
Only reason I’m still wholly involved with music is for me
Evens out the edges
Talks me off the ledges
Trims the metaphorical hedges
That shit was wack
But I said it cause in the moment I wrote it, I had to laugh
I wanna do what gives me life, pride taken in that
In which I create and display; as a matter of fact
I keep it light, but still find depth in expression
A map to track my progression
I lack that kind of professional tact to slave over a sample chop for hours
Still my shit the lightning in the bottle that’ll never grow dour
Unlimited power, that’s what you get in speaking truth
That’s why at the studio, I stopped singing in the booth
Behind the board is where I feel most connected to what I’m venting
Connecting to the music through my penmanship
Discretion advised
Editing’s crucial, but I won’t write here just to lie
Only way I have conviction is saying what I see through my eyes
Hear the tears I cry
This shit is wavy, the blues ain’t dye
They in my genes and cords
That’s how I wield the sword
The outcome’s up in arms
Am I the only one that shields before he finds his mark?
Every bar is a cover-up, like I’m hiding meals, coming a la carte
Part the curtains like waves, let me know when they verses start
All I see is empty calories, gimme something tart
Something to cleanse the pallet, now appreciate the art
I swear my heart is in it
Funny that when your pain is melodic, it’s considered exquisite
Chemical imbalance is enough to make your heart pound
But they don’t realize you’re at rock bottom until you hit the ground

They gonna need my discretion to rhyme
Came from nickel and dime
Pain trickle over my simplest lines
Thoughts bubble out of minds
You gonna need a whole Hubble
The comeback kid got his name cemented and indented ,
It’s no space in this game for ya
Grew up on EBT
You type the struggle through ChatGPT
I’m AI with the cross up
Hischier with the stick
Moving like a young vet bruh, the gig is up
Flow hotter than H E double fucking hockey pucks
Probably gaslight a river ‘til they turn to the aquaduct
Play with my cards, aim for stars, don’t call it luck
Dante’s inferno in my pen, I’m eternal; and ascend,
Handle the pen, writing since I was ten
Mike Tyson when the pen striking
Ight then
They treat my lyrics like scriptures, Biblical flow
God with a temper is how I’m gonna remembered, whoa

We keep on racing, there’s no need to keep pace
Man, I been feeling every word like there’s chalk on the pavement
When you get stuck up
Mercenaries need to step up, they move illegal brah
I don’t need to hit hardwood to know where the picks are
Make sure feet stuck like pine tar
Take care of business, toss the keys to the car
Please get my steak cooked with a nice char
Imma chop this beef real quick
Y’all hiding the truth like front page news did
Facts shouldn’t be behind a wall
Make your call, can’t run game without the ball
Don’t think you notice that you’re destined to free fall
Without awareness
Need to know the difference between letting things flow and careless
Running with the ones I’ve been with since we had bare chests
When rhymes really hit, it leave the room chairless
And everyone garish til they meet they ends
And everyone won’t say what side they on, they say “it depends”
And I know it’ll come down to a point when things stop making sense
But I can clear the air
I been with the pen
Messaging been off the fence
I’m like “where’s the texts?”
Flying underwater like a sponge did
Like I’m under the radar so better come quick
Doing my best so y’all can see this flawless
Flow come together like ham Swiss on a bun
Toasted, y’all cadence sound ham-fisted
Look close, you can see the spit glisten
I keep punching cause I never been a fan of missing
Guess that’s what happens you and your passion antithesis distant