Ode to YE

I'ma keep practicing, do it
I'ma keep getting better because I'm practicing
Repetition
They say it's about talent

Or the work
I'm working
I should just strike this paper like ignite
Real quick, you can hear what the flame like

I gotta cackle like a rock down a drain pipe
I grab the mic like I gotta let it rain
Riiight and keep the fire going
At the same time, I'm a magic moment

Every single time I take a breath
And my nasal passage opens
My lyrics getting sicker, I think I'm catching COVID
I got the virus and I'm spitting in the open

I'll never stick a vaccine in me, I believe in hocus pocus
Go Dr. Sebi till my bones is poking
Through my skin like 50 Cent and Adrien Brody
Did for those movies, things fall apart

But my fingers keep moving
Playing them keys like the things hand
In the Addams Family, we ate the apple
handed me the DNA

What role I gotta play
Probably the one learning from his mistakes
Every lifetime's just a little too late
Get a plate if you're hungry

Cause I'm cheffing up some steaks
To drive through their hearts if they think they can't relate
I wanna be an artist, I'm trying to create
I can't fucking wait until I turn to a chain

And call up Chris Dyer and tell him just lets paint
Have that conversation about God with Alex Gray
Gotta hope the kids get the message on the way
And do the work great with a happier face

Even if they not all yippee-ki-yay
I just hope they sit down and listen to Kanye
And understand how wack it is to be Pete Dave
Let it replay, I never want my daughter to be like Kim K

And I don't really know what's going on
But I know the skill it takes to create
Bring into this place from space
From the love of his mama, Ms. Donda

I'd go yay too if I lost her
It's the kind of love I really always needed and wanted
That kind of void, can't no chick replace it
It's basic, I'd be stuck too

With my head in her playlist, telling me I'm the greatest
The only thing I know, when the people round me faking
I'd rather keep my kids too, jumping in the playpen
You could say bipolar, I could say whatever

It's not my fault I live my life with all my fucking effort
And everything I create makes the conscious better
I wanna be an artist, I'm trying to create
I can't fucking wait until I turn it to a chain

And call up Chris Dyer and tell him just lets paint
Have that conversation about God with Alex Gray
I wanna be an artist, I'm trying to create
I can't fucking wait until I turn it to a chain

And call up Chris Dyer and tell him just lets paint
Have that conversation about God with Alex Gray
This song's for Jesus, I hope he hears it one day
Yesus, it's 2022, the documentary changed me

Easy, help me not be afraid
And climb out my sunken place
This blessed day, in a blessed way
From the 413, it's C-H-A-D

And I'm out