Jan 29th
Now if im honest
I feel truly stuck
This all consuming rutt
I got my mumma saying
You aint really doing much
I mean i know you got your music stuff
But when that jig is up
And all your time is done
Then what you gonna do for bucks
I mean since school was done
Whatchu become??
Another brother
Out here spitting dust
Another loser out here
Gettin lost
No other future but to
Hit a blunt
Maybe im being blunt
Or too abrupt
I got this feelin in my gut
Thats saying
Homie keep on going
And i promise you it wont be long
Before you up
I dont know
Maybe im foolish huh?
Maybe its stupid to think
I could really do this huh?
Maybe its useless
Tryna influence a movement
Curing the poluted youth
And choosing to pursue the route
Of love
Is too injust
Maybe im too in love
Maybe to you im just
Another number
But im a brother
A son
A lover
I have a mother
I know she love us
Through the struggle
She got me covered
Undercover
If no others
We got eachother
Mum i know that you been saving up
But when im done i buy a house
Somethin like 80 up
Be livin life just like the brady bunch
You know i gotta show the family love
You know my baby show your lady up
She got a beauty they cant even touch
But all my efforts got me stressin cos
The time the toll
I'm better than before
The mind the soul
I feel it in my bones
I'm slightly broken sitting in the cold
And still can't waste no
The time the toll
I'm better than before
The mind the soul
I feel it in my bones
I'm slightly broken sitting in the cold
And just can't let go
Im feelin stupid
When you ask me
What im doing
And i gotta try and prove
To you
This music stuff
Is moving up
Nah scratch that
Im just in uni bruh
Another lie just to disguise
And keep approval up
Doing design is where i shine
Its nothing to me bruh
And look at me like im a star
Because im studious
But dawg im climbing
Even higher than Vesuvius
While on the low im writing songs
I hope could truly touch
In god i truly trust
But am i cool enough
When i aint rap about a xanax
And im half as black
As these rappers
You grew to love
I aint jermaine but one day i pray
That he hit me up
I cant complain
I have this thing
I see the beauty bruh
Tryna maintain a frame of brain
Thats healthy to me's tough
When anyday
It blows away
Or i could screw this up
I take a hit, i swing and miss
If i aint good enough
Then who gonna pick me up
