Product of Beauty

These misconceptions of an artist Trying his hardest Giving his all But never see commas Only when counting the syllable targets Uh You never do bother Seeing the starter Pouring his heart out On the microphone with whatever song he's yelling out Uh Now let me take it back To 2013 The boy was getting raps Like everyday it seemed Progressive state at that My mind was well in tact But nowadays I get so pissed When I recite the tracks Lot of shit I don't remember No dementia Not to mention OG Skitzo Was with the shit I envisioned Yuh But step aside Like public dancing Synchronized With the passion But let my chaos Rain And wash the baddest Two Emcees From the city It seems Like I done shook the beams And I tumbled down The streams Planted every seed To make the talent grow But the waters of my dreams Would only hit the floor No nutrition in the Roots From the two My dream Kollapsed Like the wicked Of the crew And I don't like the sound Of my words My insecurities Destroyed what I grew My insecurities destroyed What I grew F*ck that What I've done Is enough right Ain't a fan of this But clearing off the pain on my chest Like I was bench pressed Against a group of pests Boutta defy What I was born to rep Innocent when I was killing it Inner monopoly levels were imminent I don't resemble nobody no different That of another persona of genuine Rhyme Love and Time Onto Music Is what I do to myself I Wasn't Right Judging Anybody tryna make a living So help Please forgive my point of view I'm just a youngin with some trauma like you Fighting for a purpose Barely scratched the surface When I got my first apartment with my girl Uh I don't think I'm worthless Emotions steady surfing I'm a product Of a lot of Beauty in the world