SIMPLE (FREESTYLE)

I learn to bike with no father Some say I went farther Half the life span yet I go harder Life's unfair yet I don't care Just wanting to see how far I can go without flair Drip dropping all over the stand where I hope to land That's the dream, a miracle indeed One day I hope to achieve, what many believe is impossible Keen on the visions I have already seen Mom saying still it's improbable I just want my life to be mine No need to act like a mime No need for the lies, I already know the truth Work till your dead, paper chopping off your head Till your instead filled with dread, hoping one day to make enough bread to live your life Filled without strife Also filled without hype or a pipe to lay and or switching beds to stay Make a kay, or have a bae to slay Only needing a meal or seal to be real What does it even mean to be real Mixtape of freestyles C.J.M on the beat to be wild and conquer the penmenship with style Till one day they call me the goat and be the one in the family to stay on note and be happy And the only one with a boat to float