Just Having Fun With It

I came from places  Were roses dont grow Good people gotta go Just to stay woke Inner demons threaten to snatch The soul from the host Niggas walk around but really ghosts Cycles of system Stuck in a prison Tucked in the symptoms Victims of the pain  But who really listening  If I want my song play by pigeons I need a list of instagram bitches All in the video showing off the kitty That aint really fit me Focused on my clarity With lyrics more like poetry  Wish i was more stoic with the delivery Foes always shudder when I mix like chemistry I'm steadily  Building up my legacy This life is Meant for me Determination you cant teach That's why I aint a rose I'm a bonsai grown from concrete