Been here for a minute precisely. Not a figure of speech, but I'm a figure of speech, And why ain't I in it? The sounds of train horns when sleep, keep me from sinning. soothingly, the sounds of engines of bikes, belong to ninjas. And lights that trace my "windas" tracing windows. Replacing racing tracks with facing facts; Escape from windows. It's trapped and I live a life, that "BAPpin" life. Hey Jaylen, come back to my school because we miss you fool. You miss us too I beat your part and this is true it's funny. 'Cause gas is so much money, pay so Tiff can see you too. Play the rules and pay your dues. I've done it now It's time for me to make a choose or make a choice; Embrace a voice or stay within these vacant shoes. That's not me y'all. I'm playing b-ball for the teammates. And to beat yates.But the district made 'em make a withdrawal, dang. Bang my head. Go sideways, left and right and sky ways. Skywalker, Cloud city, ride 'em skyways. And up on them highways by the freeway is where I stay. Kinda named my driveway, name is Katy, but lately I've been thinkin on a loop. I sit and think and stoop. My hand had landed on a piece of gum and sat in stinky goop. I know you're thinking poop but na. I'm standing up now. The sax-man raking stuff now, and the leaves is looking green So pile it up and then we jump now pretty soon. But then we pick it up like it was "52." You keep your hands clean, Or hit the ground and you get filthy too, LAWWWWDDD. I pity fools that's always bending rules and ending duels And acting like he's Jesus or something like, "What would Kendrick do?" I'm silly too, ain't dissin you just saying. I ain't kissin you. Flipping pages wish an age would listen to a whisper too, There's hearing aids for children too.

I give it all up to them Peter Piper Pizza nights. I'd give it all up just for me to write, them sleepless nights. And restful days. BUt as of now I'm having stressful days. My head is swole from thinking and my heart is big, that's chest for days. Nonetheless, having fun for less. For nothing actually, I'd rather be in labs, producing classroom beats for you to listen to, It's ME instead of "Wiz Kha-who" but kids these days Don't understand the hop like all the hipster do. A youngster with the lungs that hit, and made these bustas quit. Now I'm laughing at the ones who said that I'm too young for this. Young for what? I'm not bad or nun? It's jealousy that relish these I'm statin facts for fun. Skateboarding on and off But my grind has been ground. And I'm a different type of trick But my find is yet found. Way below underground man. I'm new to myself. "It's MC i Ckan Ryme!" I'm asking "Who?" to myself, damn. Where I live, where I say. Where I sin, where I pray. Where they dig, let me lay. AIn't sayin that I'll die today. Preparin for ascension on my earthly bound detention. Pay attention what I mention ain't no lies like what the Mayans say. OOPS! We're still alive; Livin Like Larry. WE're young and dumb just for fun, the future looking scary. And I worry for the road. looking straight but then I hesitate. I'm growing up and slowing, lost my breath, I hyperventilate *gasp* And ain't nobody got time for that. Sweet Brown said to run, Ain't no looking back. Hook a track? Ain't good at that. I like my bars to coast along to bring you back to earth From all this work that I put in to make your heart attract. Heart attack, skip a beat. A murmur, yes I'm whispering. But screaming 'til my lips can't speak. no sleep for me, I'll live a dream. Living 'til my hips is weak and dying when they missin me. The rise of trap? The underground is where it's at, 10-6 feet. Dead-survival yet to arrive though. I'll leave em Quit my breathing I'm a fetus, read my bible. A baby to the gods, but my youth is quite insightful. The youngest golden child owns the pen But I won't sign jokes. I said the youngest golden child owns the pen, so I'ma grind on.