Rough Draft

I have a message for the ones who were left out in the cold
Not sure if you will ever be a factor but behold
You don't have to fit the mold, that bullshit is dead
If you cut it out, you can enjoy your future bread
The lies I was fed, it was fucking up my heart rate
The doctor said I need to lose the weight before it's too late
I'll back off before the scenario is the worst case
I have no problem, burning bridges that were shaky in the first place
There's two sides to Kameron, I must admit
One minute I'm your rock, next minute don't give a shit
Go find somebody bolder when it's freezing on my shoulder
Don't lay on it, the room is taken over by the chip
Could be hanging with the thugs, chilling with the undesirables
The way they be scheming, I swear that shit is diabolical
But I wanted more, so my craft I had to hone
Cause everything I write comes to life, this my chalk zone
The way of the pen is a godsend, my hand never bluffs so I'm all in
Who gave you niggas gems when the shit got rough
Taxidermist, I fed y'all so much knowledge, y'all should be stuffed
That's just what I get for going out of my way
Trying to give niggas advice when my life is not okay
Nevertheless, somebody's closet needs cleaning
Apply what you can, don't lose to your demons