The Craft

Life finally feels worth it
Privately found my purpose
Silently time to start working
I'm certain, this is the life for me
Merking my purpose righteously
Vibrantly writing pulsing with life
Exciting I've Decided to try this time
Something I like, base thumping I'm hyped
Jumping to fight for the light

I'm in love with the art, the craft, rap
I'm in the zone, spitting these flows
Feel it's all that I have, facts
Look it, I found my knack, nerveless
Book it, no turning back, worthless
Took it, any job but rap is wack, purpose

It's my passion, don't care the deck is stacked
I'm all in with the tracks I'm rapping
Mamba mentality dominating the enemy
Giving rap my all
Spirit died down the wrong road, fell hard, then god calls
Said, you rap, I exist, stop feeling sorry for yourself kid
Your lucky number is 6

Work hard you'll see your dream will happen
I feel your not real I'm imagining
God tackling choice I'm grappling
Matter fact a divine voice is baffling

Absolutely I am factually chatting the man
Backing his masterful plan
Snapping on tracks I'm a fan

Jesus Christ I'm a Jew, that's cool
Word to father God heard, you are too
Thank you, for coming through, had no clue
You're true, I follow cues, my faith glue, a lead woo
I gotta pursue

Scary past yelling at pads in my room
In the psych ward at the cell guard too
Stuck in a psychotic loop
Mind sicker than a demonic group
Yelling illusions at a wall like I'm the joker but this ain't a joke at all
Manic ill brain stuck frantically deluded panicking over a new obstacle
Insane brain damage hardly managing to be my true self at all

Bi polar disorder we didn't know that, too bad
Sleeping all day, sent me to rehab, bye dad
Please give me Latuda I need that, I'm sad
Weed not a issue I was real mad

Seven years, serious depression
My psyche spinning, no purposeful direction
Many fears, delirious regression
Psychotic thinking, a worthless connection
Don't come down, keep the door shut, I'm nuts
I'm not proud, give no fucks, fat gut
This basement feels cold like my soul so leave me there
In deep despair a sea of pee in bottles, everywhere, cuz I don't care
Sleep till I die, giving up, dead inside
When a dim light shined, Carl stop this and try

So I did try, thought growing weed was meant for me
Then I realized, what God said to be
Then I devised, a plan of passion rapping to get cream
And make my dream happen
Fifa and Madden a distraction
I'm mad and making amends with my past and
It don't magically happen
Go after it capture it actually take action

After I heard Eminems legacy, the goat I mean
Or the boat, I wrote, bout big bad bullies
Birdman thirst on, word man first song
I can do this I feel calm
Mic in my palm
Commit to rap and move on
Never settle rebel level up pushing the peddle
To the end of its lever trying to be better
Cuz I never settle ever!