Jan 29th

(You have one unheard message)
(First unheard message sent yesterday at 7:15 p.m.)

(Yo man, um, I heard the stuff that you sent)
(And er, it's pretty good, man, to be honest)
(But um, you know, I don't know if music is the best thing)
(It's a very tough, competitive industry, everybody's tryna make it)
(You're very talented, and um, I'm only telling you this 'cause)
(You know I love you and want the best for you but-)

Now if I'm honest I feel truly stuck, it's all consumer rut
I got my mama sayin' you ain't really doing much
I mean, I know you got your music stuff
But when that jig is up and all your time is done
Now what you gonna do for bucks?
I mean, since school was done, what you become?
Another brother out here spitting dust
Another loser out here getting lost
No other future but to hit that blunt
Maybe I'm being blunt or too abrupt

I got this feeling in my gut, they sayin' homie keep on going
And I promise you it won't be long before you up, sheesh
I don't know, maybe I'm foolish, huh
Maybe it's stupid to think that I could really do this, huh

Maybe it's useless tryna influence a movement
Curing the polluted youth
And choosing a pursuit, a route of love, it's too unjust
Maybe I'm too in love
Maybe to you I'm just another number
But I'm a brother, a son, a lover, I have a mother
And through the struggle going southern, she got me covered
And under covers if no other we got each other

Mum, I know that you been saving up
But when I'm done I'll buy a house, something like 80 up
Be living life just like The Brady Bunch
You know I gotta show my family love
You know my lady show your baby up
She got that beauty they can't even touch
What the hell I'm doing got me stressing 'cause

The time, the toil, I'm better than before
The mind, the soul, I feel it in my bones
I'm slightly broke and sitting in the cold
And still can't waste no
Time, the toil, I'm staring at the floor
The mind, the soul, I feel it in my bones
I'm slightly broke and sitting in the cold
And just can't let go

I'm feeling stupid when you ask me how I'm doing
And then I gotta try and prove to you the music stuff is moving up, nah
Scratch that, I'm just a uni bruh
Another lie just to the skies and keep approval up
The wind design is where I shine, it's nothing to me bruh
You look at me like I'm a star because I'm studious
But dark, I'm climbing even higher than Vesuvius
While on the low I'm writing songs I hope can truly touch
And God I truly trust, but am I cool enough?
When I ain't rap about a Xanax and I'm half as black
As these rappers you grew to love

I ain't Jermaine but one day I pray that he hear me up
I can't complain, I have this thing, I see the beauty, bruh
Tryna maintain a frame of brain that's healthy to me tough
When any day it blows away, a rocket screw this up
I take a hit, I swing a miss if I ain't good enough
Then who gon' pick me up? Who gon' pick me up?

(But erm, you know I'm just tryna do this)
('Cause I care about you I love you, yeah)
(I support you man, but I just wanna see you succeed and er)
(Try to be as realistic as poss, yeah)
(It's er, a tough outlook)
(Anyways man, let me know when you get this)
(I'll look out for you)

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