Alone with my drink, no better company I could keep,
I'm just riding with this empty bottle under my seat,
Some of it's nonsense, not every word I utter is deep,
Some thoughts are fleeting but the ones that's worth keeping repeat, (4)
And those, the ones I care for, I love them like a lost friend,
One I've never known until this moment that I'm lost in,
Exhausting, this life we lead the roles we play by day,
Caution those that run the roads I've used to try to make my way, (8)
As a child I listened so intently, to the words I heard,
Scribbled in my pad, performed em like I birthed em first,
Verse by verse memory became a place to store it all,
I was bright but green sort of like the leaves before the fall, (12)
Intelligent but innocent and felt a bit ignorance ,
Internalized the accusations spelled them in these sentences,
They said I attempted to be something that I wasn't,
But all I'll ever be arose from all I was in love with, (16)
So following the beat, became a scholar of the subject,
Now I'm modeling my dreams until it seems that I can touch them,
Tired of bottling these screams so I release them to the public,
And saw through all the schemes and found a means through all the suffering, (20)
How can we expect the faceless, to taste is when they're tasteless,
Maneuver through the mazes of the matrix just to make it,
And then prove to those that waited though these dreams are often makeshift,
One day what you hold sacred could be yours if you would take it, (24)



There's only so much I could ever say or do to make it true,
Born the last of eighty-two, eye color is baby blue,
My mother's a lady who, told me I could make it through,
And be what I desired instead of what I knew they'd pay be to, (4)
And this is all I've ever loved and all I've really ever known,
Around the seventh grade or so, when I brought the record home,
Knew these two were flesh and bone, legacies etched in stone,
Studied every syllable and begged to just be left alone, (8)
A child with a dream and a passion for rapping,
Attracted to fashion and classic distractions,
Disasters could happen, the tracks I was trapped in,
Could leave me unaware the life I crafted was crashing, (12)
I knew the love would never leave but others saw it as a phase,
It grew to what to what they'd never see and saw me through my darkest days,
Attempt to make it work for me by living out the life I dreamed,
Just writing, recording and performing and those types of things, (16)
No money needed, never thought that I'd get this much,
No fanfare or adulation recognize it's just us,
Me the one that's making it and you the one that's hearing it,
And all I've ever wanted, recognition as a lyricist, (20)
This is all it ever was and all that it will ever be,
And that is all they ever were, but that is them and never me.....