*33
Speaking with my soul
Up until I get my first show
Wrote my own book, this is chapter one
It'll never finish, no I'm never done
Story of the young and reckless
Dealing with depression
I ain't got a message
Here's the tale of a boy from the south
That started rapping just to make it out
Where I grew up
Being normal, having attitudes sucked
Having morals and no attitude sucked
No protection, gotta keep your tools up
Working in the school they wanna fill up
So them youngins in the hood that feel stuck
Tryna make it out and tryna find a way
Keep the heat, them boys ain't gon' boom us
Met that girl this one year
Matter fact I got one
Got a lot of problems, always had a ton
Was not mature so I had to run
I been staring at the moon and the sky
Even at the damn sun
I been running for some answers
But I'm stuck here, sleeping top bunk
(Uh) Asking why I'm violent
Grew up with scars and bruises
Don't ask why my favorite color is violet
Sleep right under my eyelids
After 5AM, do not get involved
Rappers on a wave, I'm just better off
I ain't from there, but don't call me soft
I done lost some friends, it got me some marks
I ain't stopping, and that's for my family members
Looking like it's raining, I got no umbrella
Keep it pushing, keep my head up, keep walking
But there's people behind that just keep stalking
I don't break down, I don't weep often
I just use these instruments as ways to talk
Up until I get my first show
Wrote my own book, this is chapter one
It'll never finish, no I'm never done
Story of the young and reckless
Dealing with depression
I ain't got a message
Here's the tale of a boy from the south
That started rapping just to make it out
Where I grew up
Being normal, having attitudes sucked
Having morals and no attitude sucked
No protection, gotta keep your tools up
Working in the school they wanna fill up
So them youngins in the hood that feel stuck
Tryna make it out and tryna find a way
Keep the heat, them boys ain't gon' boom us
Met that girl this one year
Matter fact I got one
Got a lot of problems, always had a ton
Was not mature so I had to run
I been staring at the moon and the sky
Even at the damn sun
I been running for some answers
But I'm stuck here, sleeping top bunk
(Uh) Asking why I'm violent
Grew up with scars and bruises
Don't ask why my favorite color is violet
Sleep right under my eyelids
After 5AM, do not get involved
Rappers on a wave, I'm just better off
I ain't from there, but don't call me soft
I done lost some friends, it got me some marks
I ain't stopping, and that's for my family members
Looking like it's raining, I got no umbrella
Keep it pushing, keep my head up, keep walking
But there's people behind that just keep stalking
I don't break down, I don't weep often
I just use these instruments as ways to talk
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