Self Esteem
Used to think
I knew the world in front of me
Blunted mind
Gutted, from all the ugly
Money, cash, hoes
Was the chase for others
Mistakes or snakes
Didn't want to face my mother
Never punished
The only fear was disappointment
Not through expectations
The feelings much more poignant
No regrets
Knew I'd be looking backwards
Anointing of the sick
Minds is what I'm after
Growing up with Mom
Always cooking in the kitchen
Memorizing recipes
Cookie dough spoon was what I'm licking
Clearing out that glass bowl
Kind bud, baking, mother Mary
Never dessert your friends
Make dough and pass it when it's cherried
First class passion's what I carry
It's the motive, not the money
Won't blow out the candle of
This votive confidence that's running
Through my veins, through my heart
through my mind through my soul
I dig deep, I designed
I refined, all these goals
Always a romantic
Writing poems to only a few
If you're holding one
Frame it, cause that's the only time I loved you
Hang it, in case I'm famous
For my Banksy hidden street art
Red heart balloons for PIC
The nickname for my sweetheart
Lollipop and candy
To some they'd just be sweet tarts
Don't be afraid to squeeze heart
The juice engine for Gz and Hustlas
Doggystyle shine
Classic art will never lose its luster
Signing off on this canvas of new art made into hip hop
Shredding up these rhymes as I exit through the gift shop
I knew the world in front of me
Blunted mind
Gutted, from all the ugly
Money, cash, hoes
Was the chase for others
Mistakes or snakes
Didn't want to face my mother
Never punished
The only fear was disappointment
Not through expectations
The feelings much more poignant
No regrets
Knew I'd be looking backwards
Anointing of the sick
Minds is what I'm after
Growing up with Mom
Always cooking in the kitchen
Memorizing recipes
Cookie dough spoon was what I'm licking
Clearing out that glass bowl
Kind bud, baking, mother Mary
Never dessert your friends
Make dough and pass it when it's cherried
First class passion's what I carry
It's the motive, not the money
Won't blow out the candle of
This votive confidence that's running
Through my veins, through my heart
through my mind through my soul
I dig deep, I designed
I refined, all these goals
Always a romantic
Writing poems to only a few
If you're holding one
Frame it, cause that's the only time I loved you
Hang it, in case I'm famous
For my Banksy hidden street art
Red heart balloons for PIC
The nickname for my sweetheart
Lollipop and candy
To some they'd just be sweet tarts
Don't be afraid to squeeze heart
The juice engine for Gz and Hustlas
Doggystyle shine
Classic art will never lose its luster
Signing off on this canvas of new art made into hip hop
Shredding up these rhymes as I exit through the gift shop
Credits
Writer(s): Gene Zarnick Iii
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