I. State of Mind

This is where my story began
A country outta hand
A strong innocent mother just fighting to understand
Hopped on a flight to a mysterious land
Fighting for her life with child she conceived in her hands
What's next in her plans?
As she goes to meet the man who gonna help raise the child
With and anger hot enough to raise a fire
But that's the danger
You know
Treating everyone everyone else like strangers

It was the anger that made him
From a city full of danger
Surrounded by limitations
Where no one will come and say shit
No one brave enough to change it
We're forced into immigration
Through methods of intimidation
Maintained through obligation
A nation procrastinatin'
Never part of the conversation
Lacking the hearts for inspiration
Imma go far with these quotations
Cause these bars ain't nothin to play with

Cause I'm a star
And ain't shit you can do to change it
I ain't doing it to get famous

But you know what I gotta do
Yea I'm here to tell the truth
Ever since I've seen so many consumed by capitalistic views
Watching them bleed at the soles of narcissistic shoes
Becoming artistic clues
They be telling me what to do
So I started coming up with tunes
Hoping I would get to you
And hoping I don't fall through
Uh yea
Cause I'm here to make a change
Ever since I stepped in the game
And ain't nobody gonna tell me that ain't doing it for no chain
Uh yea you know you know uh
My morals never changed
Cape Coral growing in fame
I ain't here to entertain
Until you feeling my pain
Never had nothing to gain
Creating something I can't constrain
And now maintaining it for the fame
And knowing
That I'll never be the same
Yea, I'll never be the same
And what am I to do then
Cause I've had thoughts of backing out now
And they too focused on packing gats now
Got they defense up like Pacqoiao
In they feelings can't seem to back down
Not wanting to let the trap down
As the torch is being passed down
You know this ain't no hand out
So I hope that you can rap now
Cause I remember being sat down
And screaming
Fuck a pat down
And fuck the police
Cause they supposed to keep the peace
But none of them was present when we ain't have no place to sleep
Uh yea
(I was sleeping on concrete)
Now I'm here to master these beats
Ain't nobody asking for no defeat
Got your girls ass under these sheets
You just gotta ask for the receipts
I'll pass her back in about a week

Just give me a minute to sleep

Ans some to find peace