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No matter what I’m just glad I’m alive

Went off a cliff and happened to fly

Just think, I left home without having cash and a ride

Dreamin for months, lookin for cuts, glass in his eye

Knew this rappin would happen, the shorties acting surprised

Casual demeanor, never slackin with pride

What I think?

Quite impressive, what a passionate guy

Promises broke, finger flip, new story is told

Strait without a jacket, it’s crazy fightin the cold

And they write in a code cuz they lines don’t explain much

Happiness is make up, a smile is what I can’t trust

And my life really nothing more than just a paintbrush

Niggas disguised, bitches tryna catch rides like Bangbus

Hard for me to swallow pride, think I need a chaser

They help you then they hate you and you can’t return the favor

That’s why as of lately every day been on repeat

I’m after everything, but will it ever make me feel complete?

So what if I ain’t got access to a actress

At home keys that lead to any house on this address

Does this mean I’m a failure?

Does it mean what I dream is different from what I tell ya?

Hopefully what I’m plottin is something they closely watchin

My only option is time and I’m runnin out of it

Countin and more to pennies and dimes, passing plenty of signs

Are they for me?

Question is so confusing, directions get

I just got on this road and already ready to exit it

So many critics and ticket buyers were negligent

Hate the way that I play, I just say they show no benevolence

Sippin on medicine just to help em be patient

Family members taken, identities be mistaken

I’m arguing with myself, myself can no longer take it

Facin another morning, next morning will they awaken?

Doubt in my mind amounted, too crowded, no longer vacant

Fakin just like reality, loving, hugging, embrace it yea

Chasin, no liquor runnin, ain’t look for somethin to phase it

Yea, deep as a basement, they look at me and amaze me

He be cleanin in comment, rock solid straight out the pavement

Rushin like women up in they 30's, look for engagements garb

Hold this against me, don’t do it, I’m just a human

Blessings don’t wanna ruin, just sick and tired assuming

Tell my guardian angel your wings keep me up on it

And runnin before a force, I’m stumbling, knees bucklin

Shout out to the haters, I love em but I don’t fuck with them

Til death do me part from my real niggas, I’m stuck with them

Can’t let it go, I guess that’s what our efforts sow

Extricate, writin and thinkin what if you aksed to blow?

Random thought, clear fluid, see to it my stress is low

I know they dig my vibe, rely on my essence smoke

I hope my mama and I with that aggression go

Got problems between each other, they never express it though

Another chapter, skippin a page, how that happen?

It’s a neverending story, feeling Sebastian

Giddy up and they lookin like what you look up on?

A couple thoughts of mine, I really hope they all hit home

I sit at home just starin up at the ceiling

Like will it open up for me cuz I’m close as fuck

At home starin up at the ceiling

Like will it open up for me cuz I’m close as fuck