Tryna channel my thoughts using rap as a remote
Tryna battle the locks that are latched on my throat
Lines stay flat and im broke, i stay passing these notes
Like junior high bos when they in class i just wrote
a line, i provoked the kind of grl that could smoke
With the finest of them, i rhyme for the gems
But in the end these dymes will pretend
And u'll be left to fend for yourself
Nobody there to be lending u wealth
And my health is kind of failing i need to heal u
If i rhyme from the heart i heard they will feal u
But i rhyme so fierce i tore apart the heart
Of the realest and they kneeled to, But i start
To depart and then they'll shield you
From what u want to understand
What i cant comprehend will haunt when i land
I ran as far as i should, spit as many bars as i could
Killed the hardest and i tilt towards the stars and im good
But the feeling is aching, im feeling mistakin
When this rap reel is partaking and i yield to whose facin
Me, stop blazing trees, im not her so dont make me be
Too real for my own good im not fake you see
Im late to these prophecies so im not fullfilling my fate
And nobodies stopping me they wont be killing me late
Im trying to battle my wits and handle it kids
But i wont manage to quit cuz my fans will not sit
And watch me give up on the principles i use in my life
But its that kinda attitude that got me losing to pride

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