Sunken Place

I'm an artist that was born to speak lyrical
According to my mom I was born to be a miracle
I consult wit myself in the mirror cuz it's cool
To have a face to face about your moves
And the progress that I've made
Even tho I turned a page
I'm amazed
By the riddles god left me in this maze
I've overcome death
I looked him twice in his face
And found the strength from god to put him right in his place
Can you relate
To a troubled young man just tryna find a face
To place in the place of his fathers
Wait
How do I tell my father he was needed by his son
But then I stop to think he was once a needy son
Chill
This is not about my family I'm off that
I'm tryna chase my dream wit all this weight upon my broad back
All I gotta do is make it to and pass the door mat
But the sign on the door said we don't allow raw rap

I was told my lyrics can move the spirits
Of ears willing to hear it
So I decide to share it
And that being my gifts
Those being my words
Substitution of my fist
This is my belief
Ugh
I was told my lyrics can move the spirit
Of those willing to hear it
So I decide to share it
Some call it a gift
Some call it a curse
But my nana still pray for me
Release my sin on beats

So what you see is a refugee
That Michael Phelpse-d his way up out that cesspool peep
I feel like Neo when Morpheus gave him choices
To take one of the pills and prosper from what his choice is
Imagine how I feel
I'm fighting to get a deal
Equipped wit my sword an shield
I'm armed ready to kill
Adversity cuz it burdens me
Fear because it's hurting me
Faces that have deserted me
I know it's for the good
I'm proud to be from the hood
They tshowedme how to say that I can instead of I should
They showed me how to reach the potential I know I could
So before anybody show me something I'm aware of
Take the red pill and look yourself in the mirror
Ugh
Sweet America
Land of the free
Yeah
Out in Hollywood there's a fee just to speak
See it's free if ya preach
But they kill you if ya free
So it kills me to preach
As they complain about the fee
Now who are we

I was told my lyrics can move the spirits
Of ears willing to hear it
So I decide to share it
And that being my gifts
Those being my words
Substitution of my fist
This is my belief
Ugh
I was told my lyrics can move the spirit
Of those willing to hear it
So I decide to share it
Some call it a gift
Some call it a curse
But my nana still pray for me
Release my sin on beats