Sittin on a park bench one day Im tryna take advantage of this sunny Sunday Instead of that norm video game gunplay They tryna reflect and bring reality, some say Often driftin, the thought is often missed Theyre assumed that my target is aimed at the wallet Aimed at those dollars, flow gettin polished Im doper every minute, think i cornered my market Fans go and talk like i gave up on em I guess my last mixtape it aint enough for em If i drop another one, in a month, theyre over em They dont know my grandma just passed and im mournin They want that new freestyle next mornin Some more free MP3s or the next MC Theyll be knockin down his door And the distant thought of me was just a dream Theyre asleep, still snorin Phone keeps ringin, i just keep ignorin Everybodys callin, scared cause my morbid Thoughts keep formin, i need to escape So i try to ventilate, now im rollin down Moreland I feel lost and then it starts pourin Tears start pourin My face starts stormin I hope shes lookin down watchin me now See i just wanna make her proud Come on... x5 Me and everything around me Is unstable like Chernobyl Ready to blow at any minute Dizzy off the SoCo Substance abuse and the substance i use It gives a different point of view Im lookin for that substitute And all that stuff Ive put you through It still haunts me, im pawnin No copout, i bought it This heartbreak has been overrated i dont want it So instead i wrote a song about it then i pawned it Besides my depression Music is the only consistent thing in my life worth mentionin Everything else is just a section, a fragment So rappin is really how my wires stay connected But my buzz wasnt big for that freshman In retrospect, the whole cover was a blessin It pushed my pen harder, minused all the tension And now my bands signed by a legend Im tryna teach these kids that dreams do come true I was like you, just a skinny kid, confused Every path i took met with a roadblock Almost like im livin in a real life soap opera Then im fucked and the pills got worse And they hung onto my words See, i rap for those kids in that basement somewhere Who rhyme, really cause their statements unclear I got you... Come on... x5
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