Chapter One

This is my story, my book
I'm the new man of the sea, I got you reeled in with my hook
I'll revive you with my music
It's an addiction not a curse
Overuse it at your will
Won't be sentenced to a hearse
I'll admit it, it took me awhile to make this
An independent artist with a mind that overtakes him
My music will eventually get better with the ages
So please don't act like I have a first grade education
All these artists, they forget why they're here
If it weren't for their fans, they would just disappear
That's why I'm never leaving, despite all the tears
I'm my biggest fan
I'm my own fan of the year
What I pack in these words, it makes the crowd shocked
I don't mean a few claps, all I see are jaws dropped
Pick those things up off the ground before you get locked jaw
Like Webby does it
All I spit are Raw Thoughts

I entered NF's mansion and got a piece of Witt Lowry's mind
The two of those combined equates for a bad time
They birthed a third M.C. who's chasing his passion
Yeah I'm not there yet
But I don't do well with relaxing
I try to be emotional
But trust me, it's hard
Especially when you can't feel a thing in your bones or your heart
But Imma rev my engine just like they do in a car
I don't know when to end it
But I know where to start
I'll enter the minds of the kids who don't think they'll make it
Show them who they are and that they should be believing 'cause
We are all just stars in a galaxy of darkness
We shine the brightest when we're all united in our hearts
We paint the canvas that the corrupt need to see
But until we get heard we'll continue to break free
This ain't a race, trust me I am slow
I go with my own pace
I do not care about the throne