Vocation I

Entered this game, in high regards they hope that I would fix it I'm Hip-Hops last redemption Saving niggas from playing yo ish yo best ain't hitting My worst could get more listens It hurts when talent does the work you know they losing interest Cause I'm not talm bout pendants, diamonds and chains Ferrari riding in the range, don't be in range when bullets leave the barrel of the chambs and enter brains it's like a leadership he end up dead cause his mind got lead got dang The game is saturated, niggas is capping, I just wanna know the truth like CoCo Jones in Disney acting They false flagging, get G checked, then end up crashing Cause niggas died behind these colors and these family matters Distorted art to eyes of innocence they couldn't fathom We look for liberation just to fall back in disaster False influence got neighborhoods that's full of truant's Bastards it's more YG's in these streets than attendance in classes I'm what they listen for , is it the way that it's orchestrated and packaged, Could be the time spent, living throughout them chapters Surrounded by deadly habits , From telling story's to writing out my worries on these paddings I captivate the young ones in the projects out the states in third worlds I preach the struggle that we all relate, and meditate, the faith that's in the world cold as December I'm rapping they call me Christmas they never had nun this gifted They always knew that I was different Was separated from mass attention Like Tetris trynna find out where I fit in Got Intricate, When I would question why the cooperate did it The tactics that they invented, was focused on money digits The talentless niggas winning, the talent no longer fit in The power trip the monopoly Brewing up bad affliction These rappers steady digression But saying this they profession They pen is nothing impressive I'm what they never expected Had obstacles in my way, slowing progression Couple detours, and setbacks and U-Turns intersected my destiny , they clowning like I'm in a circus ring, but through it all, I made IT guess I'm some like Stephen King I'm what yo favorite rapper worry bout, Yo top five might scurry out When I began to open up my mouth And desolate, Then take the ones you love and put to shame The one to blame No artist known to man will still remain The bloodshed, The remnants of yo favorites put to rest I'll take the game, and turn lyricist to remembrance I'm burning all of ya data , deleting all of ya playlist, I'm wiping all of y'all vacant the holocaust in the making As I sit away Incarcerated, within my thinking , is rap bad , the state of music missing something sacred and that's where I come in placement I'll surely save it Discretion Offensive statements Till changing the current status,