I grabbed a stone and threw it at a window. Even though I felt lost, still had the win though. I'm bumping new Em cold as the wind blows, all the sins go stain the name of my kin folk. I don't pray but every bar let's me sing hope. Been broke so I never go for the bling yo. And I begin slow, letting all the town know, thanks for accepting me and watching as my sound grows. Now that I said that, see how my crown glows. With every download all the haters brown nose. I use to hound hoes, now I write renown prose. Figuring out where every single noun goes. And on my spare time, catch me at a bookstore studying geniuses and analyzing crooks cores. What I look for is honesty and sapience. I found lies and I haven't been happy since.

Writing hard to serve life’s calling once again. Sometimes it feels like there’s a gun placed up against my head. Pushing up against the glass I feel the sentiment. I let go of the pain and fall into the rain and

I threw a stone and no I didn't mean that. Seeing hope shatter made my mind start to relapse. Hard to relax the devil says that he's back. And I'm just a spawn with keys to help me seize rap. So now I need facts, Chris bring the beat back. I need to breathe tracks to help me spit free acts. I'm not a rapper, just a poet who rhymes well. In the wrong decade, a prisoner of times hell. I heard life’s a rollercoaster, but you gotta be mature to get on. I appreciate all the love I'm telling you. This aint a spectacle, I'm really trying to better you. I work hard is what I say in every interview. I take interludes to dismiss views of sinner dudes. So while most are money, cars, hoes. Ill stay forever with wisdom, bars, flows.

Writing hard to serve life’s calling once again. Sometimes it feels like there’s a gun placed up against my head. Pushing up against the glass I feel the sentiment. I let go of the pain and fall into the rain

You know the money feuds, swag talk and dumb searching. Keeps me focused but leaves the young hurting. Heated flows keeps my tongue scorching. Cold thoughts keeps my lungs frozen. I'm done lurking, I'm right here in the slums cursing watching myself become certain as I write cursive. This old man told me la suertes loca. So I'm cautious when I approach her. I want no beef just a place among the legends. With my essence, I’ll inspire adolescents. Motivated by the doubt, inspired by the love. I do this for the scholars and the thugs. I don't care for the money or the benefits, it makes me a better fit with proper etiquette. I grab Hip-Hop she's delicate. I promise to never let her slip I'm too ahead of it.

Writing hard to serve life’s calling once again. Sometimes it feels like there’s a gun placed up against my head. Pushing up against the glass I feel the sentiment. I let go of the pain and fall into the rain