DEC'22 Lyrics

Safe empty

Barely scraping pennies for my loose thoughts

Brain heavy

As I race through many in the boondocks

Dank sweaty

Deep in the recesses of the BOOSTBOX

Drank heavy

Searching for medicine in the juice box

Break levees

The dam is damaged, damn it

Blank canvas

Used to be a layup now he can't hammock

Can't stand it

Breaking graphite atop slate granite

Just to take for granted

Anything I got I can't have it

Fuck it I'm still the right fit

I got the sleeve for it

You wanna pour out your heart

Then you gotta bleed for it

I done lost records started from scratch

And grieved for it

And I do not want for naught

Nigga I need for it

I done heaved and wheezed

Trying to breathe for it

Staring at these screens for weeks

I lost sleep for it

Off fatigue I collapsed to my knees

To plead for it

Then found my feet and I dusted off

To proceed forward

This not a record

More a confession of state of mind

This is not a song

It's a capsule capturing place and time

And these are not lines

Floating around in a book of rhymes

These are pages torn from my diary

Take a peek inside

And what you'll find?

A house cat, mouse traps, blunt smoke

An old soul pierced with Saggitarian arrows

Heirlooms, balloons, and a reason to say "fuck it"

And diamonds stuck in the rough

And that deep inside he love it, Shad

I done found passion

Thrashing through the lack thereof

Gave you thirty two a month

Like damn he hasn't rapped enough?

I sweated plenty

Put up a petty ten thousand hours

Cultivating waiting patient to see petals on my flowers

I done strategized, blew the dice, and left it to Allah

'twenty two they didn't miss, 'twenty three imma give you Shad

The gloves are coming off

Punching through the glass to show my ass

Student of the game

And I'm passing every single class

Oh God