2wenty4

I've been a poet since birth It's been a blessing and curse If you didn't know it at first Life? I think you should know it gets worse Before it gets better Eye on the hearse Death always watching me too So whenever I hope in the booth Can't nothing be stopping my truth Not like these others who Sign to A label I'm born to be me, masucka's aint designed for your fables Cars, fame, bitches, riches, i aint able, To listen to the same ass lame ass shit My soul aint for sale, and this body aint mine Dirt to dirt,n all i got is the mind The mind ain't a thing but a thing with no things The mind is a king if it sings with no strings attached I don't care whatchu might think o that Defense mechanisms built up As an adolescent I was still tough At 22 I broke down 24 thought I'm woke now At 26 got plenty lit At 30 my homie, man he split His death hit me like plenty more I Say God's name like 24 2wenty4 Monday to Sunday yah Back around hit the ground near Bombay yah Never knew that one day, I'd be lettin me go Everybody gonna make it there some day yeah See how far I made it Reincarnated Now I ride a Honda VFR painted Matte black, with a backpack full a books liquor something ayurvedic If my car made it my bike will got tight skills like Mike will made it Yet I still hate it, good jeans but I'm still faded, not ill fated, bill still paid in full I can't take no credit I just play my fuckin role Success, we got different definitions Yours inefficient, mine a condition Revolutionary minus a petition I could wake a nation with my occupation Better be opening doors Better than hoping the force is with you Jedi mind Literally I'm Illiterate cuz i litter the these letters all over the place All the time 2wenty4 Monday to Sunday yah Back around hit the ground near Bombay yah Never knew that one day, I'd be lettin me go Everybody gonna make it there some day yeah Time is essential Art is original I use a pencil I know in the industry some use a stencil Cookie cutter ass, rookie got a pass, Ask em summin real look he's gonna stutter back, Faking shit like he from the gutter trash But that's what the industries selling fast so He'll just assimilate others rappers Shows over, all false prophets must fall, Bull doze'em Devils gonna give ya Cold shoulder after your deals done Imma old soul Used to be full of rage Used to be kept in cage Then it just lept onto the page They lemme step on the stage N Now we just celebrate, pretty much 2wenty4 Monday to Sunday yah Back around hit the ground near Bombay yah Never knew that one day, I'd be lettin me go Everybody gonna make it there some day yeah