Painting A Potrait Of My Chest

I thought I needed to add some swag to this
So I blast through this
And rap a bit
Trippin with my friends and laugh a bit
So many presentations have been made
Damn I swear one day you'll clap a bit
I love nagtive comments on my lyrics
Believe it or not, I need haters, but they don't make me sad a bit
I stay moving
I stay grooving
You don't know my true potential
I'm still late blooming
Still fixing myself up
I'm still in grooming
Making room for myself, I stay rooming
Trust me, I know what I'm doing
Love it when certain people say I changed
I ain't different, I just got a lil more strange
I feel so clutch, I think I'ma shoot long range
But at this stage
It's only time to keep progressing
No need to keep on stressing
But I'm not gonna keep cleaning your messes, naw
Clean-up on aisle 2
I'm asleep in the bread aisle like Asher Roth
My hands burn from flame and you'll be the moth
I'm just being silly and going off
Man I'm so sick, I'll I need is to cough


So happy cause things are looking up
Since my chin is pointed north, I know what's up
Life ain't easy, trust me I know it's rough
That's why to so many people, I am tough
I say that speaking true emotion
I truly write just for the notion
It feels so good just to speak your mind
We don't think alike but thoughts can bind
But in the end, only few will understand
The consequences of a masterminded plan
The journey to the center of a man
Who just ran
But who know is so close to the finish
Who knew I would be in this?
My life has lyrics of his own
Who will have the privelege to sing it?
These lines are as close I can get to a re-encarnation
This is my after-school program
This is my recreation
I don't just spill everything
Things go trhough meditation
I just wish my words could pass through generations
And affect all people, of different stations
Will someone identify themselves to who I am in another nation?
I dunno, maybe this is all overwhelming
The matter is in my own hands, I'm the one benching
Play better and maybe they'll get you to stop benchin'
But until things get to how I want them
I'll stay resting


This is just something to get off my chest
The rest is left for less
I needed to lay somethings to rest
I need to make a new nest
Shield on my heart
You can shoot from outside cause I got a 2-3 defense
People still think I'm clueless
They doubt me from the beggining
Outta the gate with weights is the feeling
Even with all that crap, I'm still speeding
People wanna stop my like cops, but no tickets will I be recieving
In myself I'll keep believing
Cause if I don't, who will?
If I don't try to survive, by who will I be killed?
My cup is overflowing, but has not spilled
Cause that's just what they want
For me to explode
You must not know
How much I've grown
Hard as a rock, heavy as a stone
Leave me if you want, I'll never be alone
Call me when you need me, I'll stay on the phone
Get to know me, you can't go wrong
I'm a complex kid, you can get that from the songs
Things just changed from dusk to dawn
I guess things can change in an instant
Close friends become so distant
Cool girls start bitchin'
Friends make you start wishin
That you never met them in the first place
Cause in the end, they don't want you nowhere near first place
But I always got my game face
Cause when the time comes, you gotta be ready
There will be turbuelence so stay steady
Right foot first, I continue my journey


Outta nowhere, I just grew this
Beats in my head got me bouncin like hustler music
I deserve to get through this
This is just how I do this
N to the A to the I to the L
Everybody keeps selling out, trust me I won't sell
Each time I go down, I re-generate like Cell
A few days ago my name was ringing like a bell
I just dwell
In the thoughts, the words of the stupid
They're just clueless
But I can't lose it
I won't move, I won't budge
God is the only one I'll let judge
Thanks to him is why I don't have one grudge
He keeps my calm and myself together
I just get better, contrary to the weather
Rhymes with value like money, lines with a punch like Mayweather
Straight face like a gray letter
Decietful people, I already read em
I'll just let em
Lose their heads
While I make ammends
To hit one-o on a scale from one to ten