ghostt

Tryna come from a place of like
Transparency and honesty
Saying what's on my mind
You know whatever is readily available at the time
And that rhymes of course
Check
Finally back to a place where I'm feeling focused
Middle of January with no jacket the coldest
It's March madness
Tryna decrease sadness
Finding more comfort inside my wife, her walls padded
Same thing every year with slight changes it's all madden
Friends disappear and reappear it's all magic
We ain't never switch between channels that's all static
Imagine the flu in your study hall that's all class sick (classic)
Look
It took a minute to make it here on this journey
Niggas claim fresh to death while I rode through on a gurney
Hurt
While I was putting in work
You took advantage
And sandwiched your dedication
Between excuses and hating
And looking every nigga like you the one they relate with
I love when I rap like this I call it Drake'n
I poured all my emotions out my heart is vacant
They ask other niggas about me like I was faking
You gotta check for validation
Fuck your credentials
Your retweets and your likes are popping enjoy your rental
Cause how long can you keep it up
You almost over the hill but it ain't steep enough
See I was judging with no gavel
But imagine if you traveled
To a battle
With the Calvary and cattle
On a horse without a saddle
You come to realize you were living in a shadow
And tryna be unique was nothing more than a hassle
I swear
Yea
I just gotta
Gotta get it all out man
You know?
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I called my dad and told that nigga I needed to see em more
Having a kid is crazy but Laila is mi amor
Thinking about my momma and how she evaded drama
Selling drugs or be dead it was either or
I take my heritage to heart but I don't know that much
Can use ancestry.com but I don't trust that stuff
I rather have em tell me like it is
So I can do the right thing and educate my kids
Like why my mother had to take me from my family
She thought Atlanta would probably make a man of me
And it did
But I still was a kid
Who felt so out place
And I still do
What doesn't make you stronger can kill you
Like why the fuck it had to be me with out a father
Some niggas'll fuck your momma
And still don't wanna be bothered
But my dad was different
He was there like he wasn't missing
Since I'm older I know those weren't his intentions
We been through this too many black sons
I thought I was the only one when I was growing
Showing my ignorance and never knowing
But slowly it started settle in
There's balance missing from little big wheels we peddling
From niggas dealing crazy with baby bearers
Ain't no lady scarier than one that holds your child against you
For a minor issue
Instead of raising tissue
You should raise a pistol
And buss a shot for every father that they raise a fist to