Mind Free Video (MV)

By myself in the music, nigga, during late nights on the curb
Forming therapeutic melodies and metaphoric words
But my introverted ways is what kept me astray
From the cool and popular outcasts with the nerds
Though I played outcasts on my Sega Dreamcast
I wasn't hip to the shit that attracted the birds
Figured if I copped a whip by selling white shit
Like Nino Brown did, I can get up off the curb
Hit up the homies, like what's the word?
Let's get on some hoes, let's get some herb
But in reality, I had no hoes styling me
And my only fit that was fresh I had got from Gen X
Off the strength of my moms who did well at hiding stress
She's one of the reasons I need success
But my environment would rather see me in debt
Swallowed by the hood and stop rapping for good
I just consider it as I'm a threat
I'm getting more ideas and getting involved with tech
And still grabbing a mic, getting them vocals right
Until to my Stan fans, shoving USBs in your neck
Streaming all my latest, now your lady wanna play this
While you tell her turn it down, she tell you, geez, in a sec
My catalog needs it's respect
Your catalog's cream filled with threats, nigga
I believe that when we allow ourselves to have expectations
We set ourselves up for disappointment
You know, cause things don't always go the way that we plan
And I suffer with depression, so that's why I record so much
It's my only release you know from my depression
I found myself in the studio
Tryna make a blessing out of a curse
The apocryphy reminded me my people had it worse
And if I don't change my ways before the prophecy is made
Heaven gates will be delayed without
Scripture and verse
Obeying commandments, fighting the thirst
Laying up smoking without no work
Is really not reality that can set your mind free
Don't play with your time, G, just remember your hexed
Up the cliff, you can climb it if you expect what's divine
When you get to the top, you'll be back at the first step
While you're wheezing and gasping for dear breath
My environment feeds on the flesh
You can consider this something less
I'm forming discipline, getting familiar with the text
I'm still touching the mic, really not spitting what you like
I just figured that your ears needed a rest
Streaming all my latest, make you wonder if I made it
Till my Stan fan shoves a USB in your neck
My catalogue needs it's respect
Your catalogue ain't genuine yet yet
Believe that when we allow ourselves to have expectations
We set ourselves up for disappointment
You know, cause things don't always go the way that we planned
But I suffer with depression, so that's why I record solo
That's my only release