It's alright, it's alright...
They just too young ta know.
Cuz all the heat that you receive...
Come from kids still livin at home.

So I'll show patience with them...
Cuz to not would be like a crime.
Can't go round squashing children...
Cuz they come up with better rhymes.

So I'll let them have their victories...
After all, they've earned them well.
I won't melt what they call freeze...
With the reality of life called hell.

They got their bills paid for...
Their life's served on silver platters.
No amount of talking will get through.
Cuz they think they can't get no phatter

But do they not know? Are they that dumb?
Can't they see that I'm where they fuckin came from?
I wasn't born 34, dumbasses, I used ta be young.
But time passes for all, no sands in air get hung.

Don't respect me or my rhymes, I don't need that props...
Try respecting where I'm at, the fact that I'm a pops.
Try and understand that I am your future reflection...
Ya'll all bound to be me cuz time don't hold perfection.

Maybe if I'd started young, maybe if the web was around...
I'd have raised internet hell with battle rhymes so sound.
But that wasn't my time, I'm now just borrowing yours...
And daily you lose your grip on this as ya grow less immature.

Tell me, young herbs...would you really be as good...
If ya mind was filled with baby and family...
And ya took care of em like ya should?


A bit of venting...

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