End Of The Day

At the end of the day, I'm still a kid
Eatin' cocoa puffs and reflectin' on what I did
I made a name for myself, at least at school
Now people I don't know say what's up- I guess that's cool
I'm just tryin to grow, like a flower bud
They used to rain down hate, now they shower love
Can't believe these fakes- but, no matter
Got more words in my head than off the dome rappers
Come so far, decisions weigh on my conscience
Dedication to my craft, I'm an artist
Just cause I don't have numbers, don't mean I'm not this
If this ain't a jam
Then whatchu call this?
Just a kid with the bike and the backpack
I keep my tricks of the trade in a knapsack
No question, I'm used to gettin' laughed at
But I'm a jack of all trades, like its blackjack
At the end of the day, I'm still a kid
Eatin' cocoa puffs and reflectin' on what I did
I made a name for myself, at least at school
Now people I don't know say what's up- I guess that's cool
Gorgeous production, this one's a landmark
I just need the belief, need a damn spark
I re-made this joint, 'least 2 or 3 times
That's like 48 bars, not just 2 or 3 rhymes
Hard to live up to this beat, to be honest
Sounds so soulful, like Dre on the chronic
Or like Ye on The Blueprint
Heart Of The City, plus Izzo, that's like two hits
Uh
6 foot 7 foot, Wheezy flow
Can't show my excitement- I'm breathin' slow
You deathly incorrect, guess the better term is dead wrong
Mind so sharp I slipped up and cut your head off
Uh
At the end of the day, I'm still a kid
Eatin' cocoa puffs and reflectin' on what I did
I made a name for myself, at least at school
Now people I don't know say what's up- I guess that's cool
At the end of the day, I'm still a kid
Eatin' cocoa puffs and reflectin' on what I did
I made a name for myself, at least at school
Now people I don't know say what's up- I guess that's cool
Fallin' like a feather in the breeze, I let it take me
Feelin that I'm growin' accustomed to wishing lately
The bright side no where to be found, no silver lacing
And my brother be lookin' real lonely, away he's wasting
Mr. Dumile, we need ya back, man
Favorite rapper's favorite rapper
The villain, madman
Went mad in '04, then you left a crack in the door
We been respectin' you forever and we'll keep doin it more
I'm the heart of my city, his Brooklyn is my Cincy
Though I've never had love, and most times I'm feelin empty
But I'm gettin' to know an angel so I'll be optimistic
Can't miss what you never had, but I still miss it
At the end of the day, I'm still a kid
Eatin' cocoa puffs and reflectin' on what I did
I made a name for myself, at least at school
Now people I don't know say what's up- I guess that's cool