Yuh yuh yuh yuh
Yeah
Uh
Miss my fam, miss my dog
I'm involved with nonsense
The main
Issue stems from not
Knowing my roots and
Back in fetus days, I was real creative
And the juice bended shit off me
I could be alone peaceful
Nobody was see through
At least
For the time being
I'm
Seeing things change
For the first time
I'm hurt, crying, think bout
Family living solo
How can I be
Hans on, not talking Zimmer
I wish I was a real singer
Thoughts in the deep end I can't
Pre-tend anymore
Cause fake shit
Ain't me anyways, can I wait
Anymore
For the big guy to call out
Why did we fall out
I need some assistance
Cause the last shit flopped
Hard as hell
A novice
Well maybe I've been one for a minute fifteen
But f*ck it man
You know the shit's clean
Yeah
So much shit consuming on my mental status
No bars, I can feel it in my apparatus
Changing from the person that I loved
To a demon scratching at my heart and lungs
I'm in love with passion
So I gotta get the pencil and I'll find the point then stencil a design
That makes my soul flutter
I'm not even in my prime
What'll make my lines butter
I'm only 19
But a deeper purpose lives inside of me
The violent tendencies
Stalling what I gotta be
The fire speaks for I get a word in
Every verse a sermon
You sleep with the serpent
I dive in a mind
Packed to the brim with hurt then
Let it be
Cause that's the shit that murders me
I'm grinding for a reason I can't say
I desire kindness in any way
The more I hurt others
The more I am in pain
Mr. Rogers