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Cleaning tables and sweeping

While waiting for 12 to hit

I'm anxious and hype

Cause my favorite artist dropping new shit

Five years since his last release

And I wonder what he gon spit

Cause every time I hear him rap

Is when I start to have that itch

To get back in my bag

Been pressing pause and feeling discouraged

Numbers are going stagnant

I fear that I may not flourish

12 am, the album dropped

As I listened I start to hear

The shit he saying now

Is shit I been saying for many years

WTF

If this man is a genius, then what am I

Same concepts, same introspection

Same kinda lines

The more I think about it

I might have been way before my time

And the world take some notice

If they listened to my rhymes

Blame myself, I don't think I really put the

Time and money into marketing myself

It was the art that kept me hungry

But my business was a mess

Ain't have no trust cause I been got before

Fake promoters pimping out artists for bread, I kinda thought

That every one was shisty

Either that or cause of my ethnicity

Or color, or my style, they didn't like me

I bodied every show

And every song I wrote was Catchy

And my bars would stay on point

But how I dressed was nothing flashy

He had good kid, I had before and after

He had to pimp a butterfly

I drop I know now a couple years after

Purple skies, and the fall

My singles had em in awe

But just the people that heard em

That's what forced me to withdraw

Social media was killing me

Was doubting abilities

Questioning my career

If I should look for more stability

What good is all my talent

Speaking my truth and humility

If I don't see the spoils of the shit

I've done in this industry

Now I'm thirty-two

And the feeling I get is haunting

If I continue to chase my dream

Will the outcome be daunting

Seen men so pigeon held that they stay stuck in it while staying poor

And I refuse to be that man to have my kid sleep on the floor

Is this just a thought

Or a cognitive distortion

Is this being real

Or me being overly cautious

Is age just a number

Or a concern i create for me

Compared to other people the same age as me

Who I believe might have their life together

Worried it might be to late for me

To succeed in this game

Or if this game is really made for me

Seem like overthinking Has really served as a plague for me

Self doubt and resistance has kept me from Risk and bravery

And I don't want you to wait as long as me to see Blatantly

You maximum potential requires you to live faithfully

You got what it takes

And your excuse is an entire lie

You have the same inside you

As the people your inspired by

The work that you put in is the only thing that you control

And If you really wanna see results

It's best you let it go

The universe and god will stay in motion

What they're meant to do

Get what you put in

What you get out it is what's meant for you

I'm learning this hard way

And still don't got it down pact

But If I'm moving forward

Then that's progress and I found that

Slow mo is better then no mo

What they don't know is

What they don't see when the door closed

On your own road to recovery

It require some seclusion

Sometimes you gotta stand still

In order to keep it moving

Sometimes just staying busy

Serves a blur and an Illusion

That your doing something great

But what your doing ain't conducive

To your goal

I'm keeping it a hundred and two

I wanna learn from my mistakes

While teaching something to you

I wanna evolve as a man

And reach my maximum view

I want you love who you are

Not just the things that you do

I wanna build my faith

I wanna have my space

I wanna know my place

I wanna put some things into this world

I know it will embrace

And like my inspirations

I wanna inspire others

Believe in my inner genius

And know that I'm worthy of it for real