Gotta feed the fam
I can still feel me floating when not in the air
That's not my flow i'm sorry
Wanted a chance to not be who i am
Calling out of work so i can see through the fools and the scams
Choosing to be the man
Years have passed and i've been just a boy
The static noise still hurts but anything to be employed
Year one gathers dust on my shelf
I've lost my way if i succumb to my wealth
Born and raised as a bum you can pelt
A sum of the cards i was dealt
Hung on the belt
Will i stall and fail
Only time will tell
The d20 tells me how ill be feeling
Pound on the ceiling
Nineteen and no time for grieving
Nineteen and i change through the seasons
Nineteen and i need to start believing
Nineteen