Finding Me Out

Look
I'm finally out
It's about time for all the people to find me out
And see what I'm about
They see the growth
Watch me sprout
I don't care for the clout
Way too busy thinking daily
With my head in the clouds
Shit
I'm trying to figure me out
The words that come out my mouth
The crazy thoughts in my head
The feeling of having doubt
Gotta replenish myself
Why you think the birds fly south
Now I feel free just like em
Free to fly like Mike
When he took a leap from the free throw
But shit
Ain't nothing free though
Except the last bags of the bad chips
The fucking Fritos
Once the good ones all gone nobody want to see those
Give me the fucking Cheetos
Or even the Doritos
I remember nights in college
When that's all I had to eat though
No funny shit
No nutrition for all the hard working people
Everything close is closed
Like a door with a peep hole
And that shit still not the prequel
Nigga

And that shit still not the prequel
Let me get it right
Look

I had to come back to it
I knew the feeling of hunger
Before I knew the computer
Focused on being sharp mentally
Not being a shooter
Well maybe for the basketball
And for my dream
Just to prove it existed all day in my head
That's why I keep on moving
Like the hands on the clock
I got the time to pursue it
And I just keep on improving
I'm really feeling this music
I hope it resonates with you
For therapy you can use it
And any stresses that you have
I hope that it can reduce it
Take time to be with yourself
And be more exclusive
Don't let em get too close to you
To where it's feeling intrusive
You gotta keep healing mentally
Shit can still be abusive
Keep on dreaming everyday
Make sure you keep that shit lucid
And whenever you have them nightmares
You gotta be more elusive
Never sleep on yourself
Wake up to the conclusive
Pay attention to your moves
And the results you're producing
Damn