Dear Everyone
This speaks to me, now I'm 'a speak to you
I’m doing the best I can
I hope you understand listen
Most sending applications
He’s spending his two cents to be a sensation
Not to be not for me
Red rot to monotony the way he rocks the M-IC
I see, ick he’s sick
First the block then the nations his
Flock to me
The hypocrisy I can see is tick tock to me
Matter of time, time matters to sheep
Autonomy nominally
In all dishonesty, I just want to make sense
Cents till they talk of me in past tense
This is for them on the fence
Hence only the best
Best be jesting or bluffing cause
The chest puffin nothing
This that holy shit spit that’ll
Leave the set blessed
I know you blessed me with a lot, moms, pops
And I’m doing the best I can
To be best in land
Only shots I’m taking are at the
Far reaches of the universe
For what it's worth: while –
I’m late for greatness I'm
'a still be the one to do it first
So why you so averse to a verse?
You say you know it’s a challenge
But when you only want one thing
It’s hard to stay balanced
Forget a valedictorian or glory I’m
Writing to hear my story
But I gotta go to college for the knowledge
And credit I deserve to go to work
Yeah you said it all of these zealots
Maybe if I didn’t have the passion but I do
If I do you
What’s in it for me? And who’s who?
Dear everyone this is history in the making
Stomach aching while I say it
When will I awaken
To my dreams, be on stage speaks quaking
Knees shaking i see seas of people in
My sleep breaking they’re necks
I’m not waiting for what’s
Next I’m taking checks making treks
You better realize this life is idealized
These that seem to see through
The scheme are demonized
But I’d rather live than be alive
So I may not see eye to eye
It’s only because my head is in the clouds
I vow to stay loud till
I’m comfortable in my shrouds
If only I can leave one mind wowed
Then will I be a success?
I haven’t made much yet
But I stay up determined
Haven’t strayed just yet
And I’m working till my sermons
Get sprayed on their heads
Till I’m rocking cross the
Country and the globe
Till I know that in my soul
I have proved everything that they said
Was nothing to me, nothing to me
Nothing to Red
I’m not the rest, I didn’t rest
Attest it till I’m out of breath
And by then they’ll all be
Shouting it out of breath
It’s not for sex or to make sense cents
Yo, I said it’s not for sex or to make sense
Cents momma your little birdie is
Flying out the nest