I sit back and contemplate behind by Mac computer
Throw a wad of Grizz despite the fact my tooth hurts
We all have an addiction because it's what makes us different
Crack a Faygo pop and make a beat proceed to sippin'....

On a combination of emotions: fury, rage, and wrath
Sometimes I get so damn nostalgic when I think about the past
Questionin' if I had never stolen shoes, but I'll admit it
I'm the one to be accused, proceed to binge fit

I keep all of my problems refrigerate
And if I do not finish 'em, then I will let 'em decay
Or just replay, scratch, skid, and scuffle
Why you gonna blabber if you scared to meet and tussle?

And I will put my mothafuckin' life on it
All of my weekly wages and all of my college scholarships
And if you ever wanna threaten me
Then I'll be pleased to make your last damn words a short entry into hell
Cause you ain't done shit but started problems
Havin' other people solve 'em comes around and bites back often
Ain't no Hopsin when I ramble on societal issues
This ain't no fuckin' hopscotch or a little "I miss you"

Because the cycle won't continue like it did before
Like forgetting 'bout your opposite of bein' a whore
Or rememberin' your promises of givin' me more
Of what I wanted as a horny freshman bored with a simple kiss

There ain't no way we gone rekindle this
I barely even think about you when I write this shit
Because sometimes writer's block is so prominent
Fishing for some motives or a person to be honest with
However all I dig out is some subconscious nonsense
Writin' a verse to me is sometimes a project
Before depression below average verses weren't an option
Now they're "A" and "B" the only letters up in my context

And with the fact my best friend just turned his back..
Hope our memories are caught between the chunks of your yack
Rebuttal the fact and ship it out onto an island
Only to grasp the real shit that lies behind it

Like tryna find some time when all you got is three hours
Ashamed to see my best friend spotlit in the power
Of popularities peer pressure and bein' showered
With negative attention, yo that shit be sour

I bloom like a flower when I done overcome my writer's block
"Over and done" I say to my mind and then I spit a flock
Of real life lessons.......
Mama had to sacrifice a tumor to make me start countin' blessings