Demonstration Of Growth

The one and only in the Rough Simmons
I put em in a prison, listen
Winter fly shit
Flow colder than snowy nights where lamps glisten
Finna be a star for the cookin', rappin' with that Michelin
Ears my instrument
Passing left etiquette
Gentleman, diggin' at the market
Stay in my own lane with my own groove
Lookin like a 45, I own you
Ya old dude
Why I'm feelin' middle aged?
Cause I'm tryna get paid
Open the bank, see the mortgage on the investment we made
Pay it off it in full with this rap shit
Ma never knew it she just learned it from the practice
Handin' shit down, top bunk to the mattress
Handling shit like Patrick Kane
Bitch match the pain
Ya ain't polishin' ya pistol
Ya masturbate
Glance at my age and see my time reshape
Used to feel like I was chained under the time restraint (What?)
Put an image over ya music like your mind deep fake (What?)
Lego bricks when I was little the foundational base
What I create, you could make, but the difference within the shape (What?)

He was still showing a violent tamper when little things went wrong for him
So the question is, why doesn't he grow up?
Why does he still behave as a child?
How can we help him get rid of these, leftovers from childish behaviour?
Why can't he act his age?

Yeah, let's go
Fire up to the head, that's anything for the bread
Workin' for food and water but my table is fresh
Kid talkin too much, seein' Isaac law with his neck
That ain't even a threat
Born inside Miseracordia, ordinary exempt
My Momma going through surgery, Papa was overhead
Over the course of living you never really expect
All the oracles to come out of holes, we really needed a check
Kid never needed the stress
Used to skate where those Converse hang
Now it's a sign of where the street ain't safe
Near Stony Plain, where they so call bang
Kids ganged but no colour but a mask and a chain
Bitch I'm sayin' you lame
Tell me that 8 ball was sayin' yo name
Back and forth like tennis love, bitch this isn't a game
City cold why the homie done rang
Out west in YVR, then he painted the frame
Dropped homies, where the line if they friends
Fuck an end, cut you off like you spoke, I don't care
Loyalty gon' show who you are and that respect gon' follow
Everybody got a soul but sadly yours been hollow, uh

Your conflict, was between your pledged gym
And your own sense of, doing what was right
You believed you were doing the right thing (Sick of these motherfuckas man)
But you've learned the lesson, a lesson in honesty
Honesty to yourself, and honesty to others
That lesson will stand you in good stead all your life
Now, tell us the truth?
What really happened?

Bitch you talk too much
Man shut the fuck up
I don't wanna hear excuses, I want answers bruh
Fuckin' these priceless up
Pictures nice as fuck
All the shit we did conflicted
You nice for what?
Feelin' justified to sleep at night
Feelin' like my mama back when I was bout nine
Disappointed in you ain't even drawing the line
A colossal waste of time the only picture in mind
Couldn't even have a talk, fuck yo eye to eye
See how this look from the perspective of mine (Mine)
One day thought ya might shine, right time (Yuh)
But ya lack the motivation when it's grind time (Lack)
If ya had the dedication you could move yourself (Move)
If you thought before ya spoke, you'd be somewhere else (Think)
Justifying for security, it's bad for health
Fuck how you look in the story, homie look at yourself (Look at yo-self)
Couldn't believe all the feelings I felt
Shattered and crushed to find out it was real
Growing up is feeling pain just a lil
We grow still, hope ya life goes well
Just remember when the homie at the top
Could've been there with the kid, but he not there
Bitch he not there and it's not fair