Since 2005 (Intro)

[Intro]
The early teens are years of upheaval and turmoil
Their years in physical and glandular change, new and wider relationships with people, and new inner feelings in the early adolescent
Parents of almost every child find puberty or early adolescence full of problems
As one cycle passes again, I stand on the hilltop
As the dark blinds my sight, as the light shows me, I’m back again at the same place where I once was
Maybe I’m a littlе bit further down than last time, but I still recognizе my handprints on those rocks
Yet all of those cycles wasted to climb again are reduced to a fall
One fall that I again never saw coming, but I’ve always expected
I’ve always been scared to fall down. The thought of me falling down has always haunted me since I heard about it
I’m always trying to suppress that fear, otherwise that fear will overshadow my overall goal to reach the top again or what feels like the top
I’ll never know how long it’ll take, but I know that I will make it back up again
I also hope to know why my next slip happens to know so I don’t slip again next time
But if I end up falling, know that I climbed with you
So far, I’ve watched you climb and I‘ve seen you slip, but I hope to not watch you fall
Even though I’ve been here before, I hope to not fall down to the ground
I know that if I do, I’d leave memories, dreams and climbers, especially you
All I know now is that I’ll be back up there in another cycle even though I know that in another cycle, I’ll slip once again
Or so, what I tell myself

[Verse 1]
Since 2005, I’ve been wearing my crown
You weren’t born no ruler, just a jester, a clown
They be liking my lyrics, but always telling me to dumb it down
I’ll dumb you down to a moron next time you try push me down
Cause I’ve been on top of this
How could I dismiss
This power, I can’t resist
My gun is my fist
This music is therapeutic
I’ll twist you round like a Rubix
Refusing to be too sick
I might catch a cold cause of the way I spit
Spit at you, No god can bless you
I cannot be pleased, I might be deceased
Cause you’re a disease, making me go achoo at you
No sir, thank you
I’m good enough to be true
This whole rap game must be new to you
Cause I don’t need no feature
Mama said, I need a preacher
I said I’m no believer
I’ll teach you the procedure on how to have a seizure on the track without a feature
Start sleeping bitch, cause you’re a dreamer
While my dream is to conquer the industry
I wanna be an inspiration
I wanna be on billboards all around the city
I want my voice to be a mentality
I want my rhymes to be literacy
I wanna build my legacy
My legs can see the road overhead
Could I be dead by 25 or am I just over my head?
Better done than said
I need some bread to start off
I need my mind to drop off
You test your lyrics like bad WiFi, you’re like “on, off”
While I’ve been there, when you compare
I’m seeing you all stare, no rapper will be spared
When I tick off, whenever I lose my temper
You may think that I’ve been like this since September, remember
I’m just a young mind, going through old grinds
Staying unsigned, trying to remind
If you become blind to the gold price
You’ll stay assigned to get signed
I’ll tie ties, strong bonds like a strap on
Sing baritone, you can’t carry a tone
Throw me the funny bone
I was cast upon as a castaway
I’ll make sure to make my lyrics your suicide note as you pass away
I’ll make sure to resonate like a G sharp
I’ll always try to rise whenever you drop
Call me dominant because I’m always on top
I’m making essays, I’ll keep on writing nonstop
I’m making history, I make art as an MC
You can do the math when you find yourself below me
We don’t got chemistry, you won’t get a feature from me
You may think your hot, but you’re not up on my degree
People get so psychical
It always seems to typical
That every time you hit me up
You think I’m a lyrical miracle
While true, I rhyme here and there too
Really I’m just corny, let me show who you’re listening to

[Verse 2]
Okay, Since 2005, I’ve been self made, self taught
That one gifted kid that’s now feeling so lost
Grew up around music ever since I thought
My mom and dad, they were so glad to hear what I brought
I found music as a way to escape my reality
The pen and pad is my way to leave a mentality
Over time I’d find a piece of peace with morality
I may sound like K.Dot but I only have duality
Let’s try to balance this shit out, like a Libra
Don’t get scared, I’m a bro, just like amnesia
Behind the lyrics, a guy dreaming of arenas
Let’s recap with no cap, let me speak up
In 2016 found Garageband, gave it a test
Made remixes, though it wasn’t the best
3 Years later, “Tellus”, a weight of my chest
I started writing lyrics and, well, you know the rest

[Outro]
The knowledge that these difficulties are normal and usually only temporary
Helps to stern family friction into more constructive channels
It looks something like this