Juxtaposition

Right, right Right, right Uh, uh Look May I have a little of yo time? Promise these words not banal My craft is my child I protect it but sometimes I neglect it then get pulled back in The effects of this lifestyle losing touch with too many of my friends, like You was my mans since high school we don't speak these days but the love expands the same Hope that you know it Although I don't often show it Miss my family on the same tip Foggy my emotions, uh Hate to see relationships set sail and slip between our fingers like brail one area I've failed as an antisocial man But he can build a brand from a idea inside his head and rap good when instrumentals playing on some band shit Pop up on your thread and TL with some of the illest sayings uh I said it uh I'ssa dogma Baby you just won, when this song turned on Yo mind is a system Yo body is the tempo The bars are formidable The PoorPoet unassailable Still struggle with the liquor though A lick of doubt can be pervasive Anxious in spaces the size of acute angles Is he in it for besos or the pesos? Does it matter if they never, see my light shine gold? Stand by I'll tell you If you wanna know Hate life on the cellie Hate life on the IG Never did I like scrolling I'ma GDI Just give me a notepad so I can, write my rhymes From where the city where North and the South kiss uh This that cacalacy shit uh Take yo shirt off Wave it in the air like a helicopter Don't need a teleprompter when the channel is my soul I am in from the soil when I die I'll go back I suppose uh What I been told uh, uh But who know uh, uh Right, right May I have a little of your time? Life escapades got me feeling advantageous Not here to re-create the wheel just fix it from the, dangerous pot hole I hit Life dips, have facing a cliff Praying a gust of wind carry my words to the gods and angels above Wide eyes reflecting ocean tides Remind me it's a beautiful world Until I, tap online come screen to eye with the bull shit Seeing myself in too many news clips Like damn Can I stack my bread? Can I own my land? Without them wanting me locked up with cuffs on my hands Like damn Don't wanna get out of bed Another day another dollar Three-fourths go to the man Like damn Will I eat or pay rent? What lick can I hit? I'll tell you if you wanna know Don't wanna live I'na cellie Don't wanna live through IG Never did like scrolling I'ma GDI Just give me a notepad so I can write my rhymes Uh, So I can right my life uh