Destiny
Understanding how to operate in society
What is destiny, if I rest in peace 'fore I start
Is this meant for me, only could be if I master art
Culture renegade, see it slowly reaching they hearts now try a different phrase
Me and music drifting apart, it's just not the same
Bringing the culture back, I'll die in vain
I tried to revive what I knew, but knew I'm not to blame
It ain't my fault my mom loved music, I'm not ashamed
It helped me form rhythmic tones for me to voice my pain
Talking about his-story repetitive
If he don't learn to cherish his glory he'll never live
No relationship formed younger, it never will
My father's people are known, somehow he met me still
I'm a sinner in the wrong eyes
I'm a fighter with a large hold on my pride
I'm a lover at wrong moments operating on opposites
Find out what the problem is and bust it open wide
The city in trouble, Godzilla growing
The difference is subtle when reaping what is growing inside
An acute sense to energies in my vicinity
I'm the visual phrase of is ya feeling me
I got brothers and sisters that never met me still
And I ain't too pressed knowing they never will
Cause I fell in love with the music
Makes the devils lettuce with it, now I'm groovy
I know that I've been at this for a while
Little do they know this what I studied as a child and I practiced as a teen
Now I'm 23 I think I'm ready for this dream
Friends for 808 is a synonym for a loner
Smoking marijuana not trying to force a persona
And they can see the vibe, they peep it and know I'm different
The saddest part about it, I'm a soul lacking commitment
But yet I'm no one special but nothing is God given
I truly found a way to use music expressing feelings
Paintings on the wall they invisible to the naked eye
When I speak I don't care if they feel objectified
Cause I'm painting pictures that I can't express
Rapping but not a rapper, a different flex
Change the whole style and step on these niggas necks
Miami on my back, six on my chest
What's the point of destiny if I rest in peace before I finish
I'm an artist just need to tap in they feelings
How you feeling when you knowin' that you're worthy
I'm like Major Nine with a nine on his jersey
What is destiny, if I rest in peace 'fore I start
Is this meant for me, only could be if I master art
Culture renegade, see it slowly reaching they hearts now try a different phrase
Me and music drifting apart, it's just not the same
Bringing the culture back, I'll die in vain
I tried to revive what I knew, but knew I'm not to blame
It ain't my fault my mom loved music, I'm not ashamed
It helped me form rhythmic tones for me to voice my pain
Talking about his-story repetitive
If he don't learn to cherish his glory he'll never live
No relationship formed younger, it never will
My father's people are known, somehow he met me still
I'm a sinner in the wrong eyes
I'm a fighter with a large hold on my pride
I'm a lover at wrong moments operating on opposites
Find out what the problem is and bust it open wide
The city in trouble, Godzilla growing
The difference is subtle when reaping what is growing inside
An acute sense to energies in my vicinity
I'm the visual phrase of is ya feeling me
I got brothers and sisters that never met me still
And I ain't too pressed knowing they never will
Cause I fell in love with the music
Makes the devils lettuce with it, now I'm groovy
I know that I've been at this for a while
Little do they know this what I studied as a child and I practiced as a teen
Now I'm 23 I think I'm ready for this dream
Friends for 808 is a synonym for a loner
Smoking marijuana not trying to force a persona
And they can see the vibe, they peep it and know I'm different
The saddest part about it, I'm a soul lacking commitment
But yet I'm no one special but nothing is God given
I truly found a way to use music expressing feelings
Paintings on the wall they invisible to the naked eye
When I speak I don't care if they feel objectified
Cause I'm painting pictures that I can't express
Rapping but not a rapper, a different flex
Change the whole style and step on these niggas necks
Miami on my back, six on my chest
What's the point of destiny if I rest in peace before I finish
I'm an artist just need to tap in they feelings
How you feeling when you knowin' that you're worthy
I'm like Major Nine with a nine on his jersey
Credits
Writer(s): Robert Gibbs
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