The Craft

So how do you deal with everything you've been through?
It's not easy to find a way I'm just glad I found mine

Such a rough childhood and I think that changed me
Walking around passed out people with my favorite blanky I basically
Use this mic as my way of explaining
So what you see's a rapper using lyrics to make ugly paintings
In case we don't see eye to eye and bullets fly out the casings just know
I keep a toaster and I ain't trying to make pastries
But if you took the time to listen you'd see I'm not really crazy
I use the music I'm making as my way of escaping so no
I'm not ok been feeling fucked up lately
Ain't no if's and's or maybe's I feel depressed daily
Before I get pushed around I'll be pushing up daisies
Since I admitted my wrongs nothing you say can phase me
I'm not even thinking where this next chapter will take me
I'll just keep these mics blazing and I'll see after like a b
But sometimes I be thinking how bad can this get?
I'm on my second mixtape and ain't been out rapped yet

Now I'm closing in around you like a fucking vignette
I done came with so many raps that you got to respect the craft
I'm on a warpath and you're feeling my wrath
The time for asking has passed so now we bomb and we blast
So let's be honest you just exaggerate to your fans
Saying you made a couple bands when you just flipped a few grams
When really your bag is small like a dub of the coke
Confidence ain't knowing you'll like me but that I'm good if you don't
I ain't been feeling composed but I'm hoping music can help me
Having that instead of money is my definition of wealthy
So please please tell me what the fuck is the issue
You probably thought I'd stop there you really did didn't you
As a ghost I'll make the pencil move like Mr. Invisible
And if you need a visual two middle fingers what I give you
I'm screaming fuck the world so it's fuck what you've been through
I'm just calling it how I see it if you don't feel me it's cool fuck it