Ain't the Same

Well
I ain't proud of myself
But I guess I'm doing well
My passions still linger on
No aspirations are shelved
Still having very deep ambitions
No this ain't no fucking wishing
Desires you cast a line for
Like people do when fishing, uh

Like your very first sight of gold
Remember when it glistened?
Can't have what you want
If it wasn't what you was getting
Uh

This my
Fruit in fruition
My
Key in ignition
As I am
Revving my engine
To chase
My desires on these tires
With persistence envisioned

Whenever my spirit decides to preach
I lend my ears to listen
As it proceeds to tell me
Seek first the kingdom
For which the kingdom is hidden
My verses intimidate
Like the rollercoasters I've ridden
Like a mixtape
This is the intro
Only just the beginning
Of any and all the cognitive shit I formerly written

Wounds will heal over time
Even where these snakes have already bitten
And when onlookers see your relevance
They steady bitching

I play this game fair
No cheating
And no glitching
Like Jesus in his tomb
After exiting Mary's womb
Before he healed the blind man
And gave his life for all my wounds

I ditched all of my bloody the rags
Packed all of my fucking bags
For this expedition to petition
Becoming a real life rags to riches
This the
Readdressing
Of my
Hope's resurrection
My message is not a lecture
But it and my lyricism are the best of blessings
I am not the judge
My music does the judging and addressing
I walk with the meek
Cause I myself am not perfection
I got plenty imperfections that need a confessing
Everybody has they demons
That need more than just a correction
I pray that God gives you all the right the direction
Yeah, uh

This is my cry
My strive
My hunger
My drive
Appetite for intuition
Effort to stay alive
Fuck a fall off
I'm fighting to survive
With a pretension
On a God given mission
Rapping pictures of scriptures
To make these non believers listen
Making my haters quit they dissing
And keep they daughters from going missing
And proving that we have different versions of the same vision, yeah

Not worthy of my blessings
Just the shit that I'm confessing
Talking 'bout myself
Just some shit that I'm addressing
I really try not to be stressing
Try not to be second-guessing
But I'm reminded through my mistakes I make
When I forget any of life's hardest fucking lessons
Yeah
Uh

A nigga feeling like Zack
I wanna be Saved by the Bell
I wanna enter Heaven
But first,
I gotta exit through hell
Toss a coin
My thoughts are bottomless like a wish in a well
Inseparable
Like Nickelodeon's Kenan and Kel
I push to put the killers of my brothers back in they cells
Nobody wants a message
Niggas too busy killing themselves
Mentally, coincidentally, physically
Through they health
Ain't no feeling better than change
Than when the feeling is felt nigga
Yeah

Like The Messiah
I'm feel as if I have risen
Like an eagle of the sky
I hunt snakes
Unbothered by the hissing
Fear no man but God
Ain't an ass that I am kissing
Grateful for my halo though
Ten years ago
Beyoncé saw it glisten

Niggas angry now
I see they horns
I feel 'em dissing
People stressing over me
Been tied my shoes
I hope you know that I ain't tripping nigga

Attackers want your riches, homies
And a couple bitches
Everything that's in or out the closet
To the shit that's in your kitchen
Wet floor sign
Never get caught in the slipping
Learning from my problems
Take a listen
For now
I am dipping pippin
Yeah
Uh
Don't be the next young nigga missing

Yeah
We ain't the same
Uh