Preface

Always wanted to be famous rapper When I was eight wrote songs no one heard Took a break and I closed the chapter Look at fate never knew I'd be good Way back felt a pull Played Mac thought I would Came back thought I should Made tracks felt I could, look that's that 2017 wishing that I could run it back, but in fact My excursions lead to other versions, on the surface it was worth it But they lurking dressed as serpent, got me nervous got me hurting On the mic I was blurting My mental was deterring Nightmares lookin like Tim Burton Get to skrting when you look behind the curtain, pull it back if you're curious Different versions Always learning, toss and turning Rearranging Who are you, staying current are you totally certain Always changing like the seasons always flowing like the currents Always searching for a purpose Always yearning, always working - got me burned out, got me furious, got me cursing F*ck Grandma don't like that Make me wash my mouth with detergent I deserve it Tell you truth, matter of fact I'm gettin out explore the maps Giving back to thy masses, distracted by assess Polo backpack mad sick, now I'm back to lacking Where is all the passion They don't want you spazzing Can't read the room like, "Dee where's my glasses?" See life a movie, Mook B list actor Aye, be right back had to get my masters