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I know it's hard, but you gotta rhyme

Yo, my pleasure

My pleasure's slowly becoming a passion

Let the wind blow, detach yourself from attachments

Mask the windows, innuendoes

Ya some bimbos, had no father to call me Jimbo

Life's a limbo, never seen a limo

Whip through my city, tryna feel like a hero

Step in my room, then I feel like I'm zero

Yeah, we some good fellas, get that dinero

Pesticides, gon' be pesticides

Third eye, gon' really see through all your lies

Get the jewels, gotta keep my eyes on the prize

If I lose, never choose, it's do or it die

I would work at that Wendy's, flippin' them burgers

Never knew my voice would be on beats, I go and murder

Roll with my loud, cause I know that you heard her

Keep going hard, cause I am a good worker

Young minded kid, who is the best bet

You can't compare, I'm a rookie, you just mad

They wasn't looking for the vet , I got more issues

So if you think I ever diss you, don't cry, here's a tissue

Little do they know, I was a quiet kid moving door to door

I got sick of they shit, so I don't give a fuck anymore

Opinions don't matter when there's never no food on the platter

So that made me sadder, hustled for some change so his body got fatter

Emptiness in his heart, so his mind over matter

Struggle with his weight through his teenage years

Harassed bullies, holding back so many tears

When he was 18, he got the procedure done

In the ER, whole body numb

He woke up having stomach pains

Looking at the man in the mirror, he looked kinda strange

Couple months went by, he lost a lot of weight

He was a whole different person, he even had a different face

Happy with the results, but this were shit would unfold

Everybody switched up, everybody got cold

Couldn't handle the pressure, so then he ran away

One thing about problems , they always gonna stay

Wanted to attack the problem at all costs

Then he leveled up and showed the world who's boss

Pick up the pen, then he started to write away

Didn't leave nothing out, didn't leave no space

Song after song, he would go and try to say

That I am just like you, so can I get a play

Bipolar and anxiety, tried to hide from me

Some days are better, the others would go and tire me

Scared to face the world, cause the world, it got it out for me

Looking for a girl, but no girl is looking out for me

Crazy to see, this the world I gotta live in

Seeing other children, going killing other children

Underclass people trying to make up a living

I'll be damned if I let you say that I ain't killing

Cause the burden that I carry is my mission

Walk up these mountains, heart is filled with ambition

Peace in my heart, cause that whole weight got filled in

Love in my art, share with y'all, so y'all listen

I know it's hard, but you gotta rhyme

I know it's hard, but you gotta rhyme

I know it's hard, but you gotta rhyme

I know it's hard, but you gotta rhyme

I know it's hard, but you gotta rhyme

Feeling, touching, not breathing

It's hard to say not grieving

Lord, I beg you, I'm pleading

Feeling, touching, not breathing

It's hard to say not grieving

Lord, I beg you, I'm pleading

I know it's hard, but you gotta rhyme

I know it's hard, but you gotta rhyme

I know it's hard, but you gotta rhyme

I know it's hard, but you gotta rhyme

I know it's hard, but you gotta rhyme