i only write what i know, show my life when i flow
every lines a window, you see inside of my soul
all the highs and the lows, all the driving to shows
spending nights on the road, all the rhyming for dough
the freestyling alone, was so much nicer than most
many lie just to blow, mant they sly as stallone
i keep my mind on my goals, til i'm wise and i'm old
and plus i know all that shines isnt gold
i got my nose to the grindstone, i'll take it if you're not giving
not quitting yet, you'll have to take away my oxygen
i've done my share of door banging and lock picking
but my advice is when opportunity knocks....listen
drop wisdom on these lines like it's God fishing
have you ever taken your third eye to the optician
I'm tryna learn so I can predict the plot twisting
leave the blocks quick and I'm sprinting because the clock ticking
stopped wishing, started making it happen
thats apathy traded for action,
happily taking my stance as a man, they tell me to reveal the secret
I tell em keep it real, but they was never real to keep it
pressure to be what they want you to be
will only ever lead you onto defeat
I've been knocked down, knocked out, woke, and got onto my feet
faced the problem head first and learned not to retreat
and I'm good