Lifestyle (A Capella)

How do you re-style a lifestyle that has stylized life? Do you find exactly what poppa Jabez like? Open drawers, grab a knife Cut the food, enjoy the mood, then grab another bite Return with the rice all piled high Enjoy that shit again, and then get depressed that that's what styled life? Or do you rhyme? Find somethin' that life styled while you stylized lines Come to think of it, that's too much swag for one Zack That's why I pass it over to raps Allow them to add what some might have as a problem solved But the answer was wrong You get your grade back, and the teacher thought what he saw was awful So, he told you, don't write a song, I want an essay about your mom So, I stayed quiet, thinkin' I'll save it for creative writin It was like perfect timin Cause the next class was where we write things So, I asked to perform, treated it like A Capella Asked the homie to record, not knowing how it would end up I stepped up, asked for silence, and I read the first line Dear Mom, then I got laughed at, my god Don't y'all love your momma? I missed her more than life I started freestylin' cause I was feelin' real angry inside So, I punched the wall and made everyone stop Stepped my ass right out to the hall Screamed so loud, that teachers came out Held up their class up, I said I was fine Then I thought for some time, then I took my ass back to my seat Grabbed my bag, ripped the poem in half And left that shit for those fuckers to have I hope they can hear me now, cause back then they weren't afraid to laugh If y'all were sittin' here now, watchin' me rap You wouldn't be able to defend yourself from this Zack attack I changed my lifestyle after that, became somethin' I wasn't Created a fuss, cause I loved football, but not all the hard work that it was I got so hurt, I was such a puss, I couldn't just learn to brush it off I would get back on the field, right at the back of the line Bein' a linebacker, I was faced with challenges I was not yet ready for So, I finished the season, moved to Vegas with my dad Thought we were gonna go back and forth But we ended up stayin' with his parents for several years more Then, years later, I got kicked out for bein' a thief Of course, not publicly, I got fired for robbin' things They didn't press charges, but I got charged for what they lost I payed them a hundred ten, and didn't tell my pops once He eventually received news that his son got fired And the next day, family meetin' just about me, called me a liar Then he gave me an ultimatum, it was either her or the door So, I called my mom, now I'm always thankful Yet I wonder what the hell she helped me for I guess that this style of life helped this freestyle arrive And that's you re-styling a lifestyle that had stylized life You did the exact thing that inspired your mind So, I grabbed a pen, and over again, I rhyme I found somethin' that life styled and used it to style my lines By using Always Strong, I changed the style of my life The inner machinations of my mind are an enigma