Let Me Speak

Let me speak, let me speak, let me speak, yo
Let me speak, what the hell, let me speak, yo
Let me get it off my chest, let me speak, yo
There's so much to be said, let me speak, yo

I promised myself a car and a house before I was twenty-five
Then I'd record a song, then go blow up, then get myself a wife
I got none, and I have no promises for when I'm thirty-five
I'm just glad that you're glad to have me in your life
Gimme a big hug, if you ever meet me; do it for me cuz I need it
And do it for you, give it a couple years
And you'll brag that we shared an embrace
My wishlist is so long and every wish feels like a need
To be worth a million dollars, to work less
And to go back to being twenty-three
I'm wishing I could convert some of my awesomeness
To money that I can spend
I'm wishing that God could talk about him to atheists
And take that work off my hands
I'm wishing that every song that I publish
Will hit a million streams in a week
I'm wishing to have answers to all the questions
My children will have for me
I know I'll probably never have a threesome
I know I'll probably never swim
I know I'll probably never stop wondering
What it's like to be high on weed
I know I'll probably never get my flowers while I still breathe
And karma is prolly as lazy as me
Out of experience, I'll talk about it
Someone told me karma could be bitch, I said I know, I had sex with it
And when I did, I lasted for so long, it didn't come after me
I'm waiting for Jesus to visit again and take us all to his place
Where we'll be happy forever and can't hurt each other
And listen to me on repeat

Let me speak, pass a mic, let me speak, yo
Let me speak, what the hell, let me speak, yo
Let me get it off my chest, let me speak, yo
There's so much to be said, let me speak, yo

I need a break
Had three breakfasts in three weeks
Been on guilt trips, taken for a ride based on logistics
I need a break - down of how these silly weeks
Of cold shoulders and cold feet has not made me
A deep freezer from LG?
But my life's good, yeah, I'm quite good
But I need sleep, deep sleep
I reach deep to keep pushing my mind and my body
To its grim limits
But my life
Is more than what I earn
I am more than what I spend or learn
And I am not my job
I am not my works, my words, or my wardrobe
These word rope, these words clothes
Cut from a different cloth, of course
On course on a different course
I'm driven by a different boss
Come what may
Imma stay
With the light, Faraday
Imma fight, whether Hay
May weather or rainy day
I am is misfits in this matrix
A thick glitch in their PC
I don't click with their click-clicks
I just stick with his sheep see?
I seeks peace, a thin wheat among thick weeds
Which will be sieved deep into thick heaps
His rod and staff comforts me
So when they confront me, I don't need flinch
Even when they seek to bury the pieces of our unity to their deep pits
We rise above the rumble, the rubble and puddle
We double up, troubleshoot for a deep clean
Planet of the apes, we gorilla
No caesar, my soul sees ah Gloria

Let me speak, let me speak, let me speak, yo
Let me speak, what the hell, let me speak, yo
Let me get it off my chest, let me speak, yo
There's so much to be said, let me speak, yo

I create my own dreams and I make my own visions
And if I choose to fail, just let it be my own decision
But I'm off to greater heights, I'm on a heaven mission
Until I reach the skies I put my stars in proposition
I'm never talking dreams 'cus I make reality
And just like Makaveli, you bury my fears (...) cemetary
I know no legend like this, except (...)
'Cus I'm a child of time, I see what time has made me
My past is history, 'cus I'm walking through the future now
I face my fears with (...) let the glory come around
I always use my case to justify these prospects
And when I use the mic, these rappers lose their flowers on me

(Believe, believe it's real)
(Strategy beat)