ART IMITATES LIFE

VERSE 1

....inspired by life, ...making moves all day..a normal nigga would be tired by night.
but i gain more energy every i fire i light...every match i strike, is equivalent to every single rap i write.
i wouldnt of made it through half my life without this, ..probably woulda been on my stay in the house shit.
probably woulda been better off..but mentally i was lost..i had to follow a course just to get out this.
hell hole..far from melrose, place..get the fuck out my face..dont wanna smell those.
...expensive ass colognes or ya new ya clothes, ...or ya new shoes..or ya two do'[or].
coupe with the new car smell smelling like mucho, deniro..but i got zero..im tryna boost those.
...listen..im on a mission, success got nice lips and i just wanna kiss em.
i dont wanna own em lets get that clear, ill be good if i can rent em out for maybe a year.
baby the fear that i had once, turned into a dead beat dad it disappeared in the past months.
..and i know i may appear to mad blunt, but thats because i fucking am nigga understand.

VERSE 2

growing up at 1 point i had little to nothing, so if i did talk shit about me having new kicks i was doing some invisible bluffing...and if i did get a new pair some niggaz would scuff em.
now understand how it feel when ya kicks scuffed but you cant do much so those are what you gotta wear,
cause in the back of ya head you know you wont have enough bread for that for about another year.
..no matter how sunny it was, nigga my days were dark..i wasnt gettin any money or love.
and my heart..was a place where you could place some water in a vase and watch it turn into ice before you can say grace.
i used to play mase music and imagine that, ..i was living lavish in a better habitat.
...the suits with the shine was in, fuck yall..i was only like 9 or 10.
so it was popping in my optics, & the rich life became more relevant to me the more that i watched it.
...motivation is what i view it as, if you aint catching onto that you a stupid ass.

VERSE 3

see you reap what you sew..and you eat what you grow, and most of the time you mainly speak what you know.
so..on that note im convinced, that alotta niggaz is lacking common sense.
since..they dont even look or take the time to read a book..they always limit theemselves..sometimes ignorance sells.
well..you aint finding that in this direction, if you expecting that form me youre truly disrespectin.
..life is what inspires my art which is why i speak upon all my hardships..i disconnected.
my mind from my motherfucking heart but theyll never be apart for real so kill ya misconeptions.
cause if i really had one without the other ill be dead either way you wanna look at it..and i dont like the look of it.
i dont like the thoughts either, cause those thoughts are like brutus when he crossed cesar.
shit is killing me..inside out, and i aint one to welcome a killer up in my house.
at least knowingly..so just remember when you listen to my poetry im only showing you what life was showing me.