Cremation Song Video (MV)

This industry a mine field
But I gotta move with a purpose
Least that's how I feel
Confused by idols and heavy flexers
We worship filtered models and lip filler injections
But Entertainment's a hellfire dressed as a blessin
A ten-ten chick that you don't wanna sex with
Cause after you get burned
You gon ask for your exit
And you blame it on who f*cked you
But they gone ask was you tested
So Scythe? Scythe practice protection
A skeptic, overthinker, with everything but a death wish

But when I die
Burn my spirit free across the seven the seas
And blessed be the peeps
That helped me breathe easily when it was hectic
To be respected for me and my imperfections
Enough for you to listen to these tracks and get the message
When my ghost give up
Is my request and you can let it be known
I was a voice but I was never a Reverend
Don't know if there's even Heaven
Don't know if they'll even get it
Just know, that every failure and success gives a lesson
And my method's to splat at the canvas
Till I've leavened my dough, into masterpiece worth digestin
For the people that loved me

Supported me when they had less than
Fam to my bestfriends
All y'all people who told me I was dope
When I doubted my investment
In the music, and lost my two cents
So I couldn't keep hunnid
And was dead split on
Quittin this rappin, y'all forced me to make it go
Happen
Cause I'd be pathetic if I went on lettin y'all people believe in me more than me
And threw away
All that money
That you was bettin

I'd be indebted more to who I owe my past successes
Past and present
Things turned out for the best
So I wanna thank y'all while I still got breath and
Sharpenin me up to be this cool weapon
So in event of my death when
All said and done
Know that you made me accepted by myself
Or else, these words wouldn't move amongst brethren
Seven songs deep in this EP
And I'm tellin you for a second
Don't be too intrigued by how these words embellished
Feel my voice, every thought, every toned
Welded into up to this cadence
Elated by the support felt in every single song that I spit
If life is wealth, right now I already feel rich

So let me remained focused
For the people of my love
And to one day be the dopest
Humility my armor
No matter how I approach it
I'm nothing if I ain't loved by those I hold closest

So let me be like pottery
Molded by the thought of the
People who'll hold my memories
Remember me for jottin up these
Words of poetry
Sowin seeds of profit for cerebally impoverished peeps
With holes up in they pocket
Keep the growth I've obtained in a state
Of more than modest
Let it feel like yester-years object

Let skill be the topic
Let my pen keep it's polish
Let this project be a footnote
To all that I've yet to accomplish
Let my convictions be honest
In pursuit of my progress
Let my ashes blow off to help complete the conquest