Twenty-Two ft. Sassy D'Estany Lyrics

Don't know where it started

Vicious prose, written notes of the broken hearted

Nigga knows, hundred pro-verbs of hopeless garbage

A walking bumper sticker

Cuz, what niggas call autism now

Was labeled "retarded" back then

How I learned to name myself

First identity I ever claimed

Without anyone's help

Mom likes to say I'm

Cured of the 'tism

But, I swear, that's a feeling

Spurred by the bitterly swallowed

Placebo of religion

Sugar pills

Cuz, I know what I know

And I know when it's real

And, I know I ain't far

From the kid standing still

At a chalkboard convinced

2+2 is 22

In the 1st grade

Where I learned self-hate

Teacher lost patience

Stormed out for a smoke break

The hate is that it's

Mostly to the teacher I relate

Cuz I left that kid stranded

At the chalkboard for decades

Became what I became

While leaving him with the mess made

Damn

Grown to be me

I will achieve

Far as I see

Yeah

Meant to believe

Not just a dream

A Reality

Reflections of me

Who I could be

Who should I be

Yeah

Grown to be me

I have achieved

My Reality

Yeah

What I'm jotting? It's rotten

Flies swarming the carcass

Autism as identity sits

At the bottom

Of me now.

It ain't news

Writing this verse

The backspace button's getting abused

A fight I'll likely lose

Pad full of spiteful truths

Scribbled out into oblivion

Someone call Pastor Perry

My pen's about to sin again

Replace the ink with venom

My verses burn slow from the insides

Watch his eyes igniting an inferno

The kid I used to be did die

The day I stepped to this mic

Demolished it

Picked the scraps

Polished it

Gorilla glued it to the

Broken parts of me

Apologist to never feeling whole

Just looking the part

No promises kept

Under the rug, it's get swept

And forgotten

Until days like this

When I'm picking a plot to be buried in

Let this last piece of me

Dance in my chest

Before it trembles into air

Like it was never there

Yeah

Grown to be me

I will achieve

Far as I see

Yeah

Meant to believe

Not just a dream

A Reality

Reflections of me

Who I could be

Who should I be

Yeah

Grown to be me

I have achieved

My Reality

Yeah

Maybe I'm tryna get the pattern

Baby Reggie fell asleep to 

Sounds of guns blasting

And blue and whites flashing

Strolling by a nightclub

The morning after

Another stabbing

This is me mapping out how I survived

The sky is the limit

What they mean? It's a ceiling

The Icarus equivalent of 360 deals when

It comes to ambition.

I'm a blank page, no thoughts

Just a man missing

While the little kid's still

At the chalkboard, still

Can't be talked or

Convinced that

That answers he fought for are wrong

And now, he secretly ghostwrites my songs

My brain's frayed wiring just sings along

And, this is how I happen

To know for what it's worth

That true tears stain different

Than ones that are rehearsed

Cuz, I hear his muffle sobs

Through the plastic of my pen

And, it only gets louder the more ink is spent

Damn

Toss a few bucks to mom

Broke again by Dawn

Right before she asks

Where's my little boy gone

He's a blank Ableton file

My next masterpiece

Is just three minutes of silence

And you can hear a

Faint metronome in the distance

The most beautiful song he's ever written

All I had to do was listen

His whole existence is a poem

I dunno. I'm still getting to know him

Reggie

Grown to be me

I will achieve

Far as I see

Yeah

Meant to believe

Not just a dream

A Reality

Reflections of me

Who I could be

Who should I be

Yeah

Grown to be me

I have achieved

My Reality

Yeah

Grown to be me

I will achieve

Far as I see

Yeah

Meant to believe

Not just a dream

A Reality

Reflections of me

Who I could be

Who should I be

Yeah

Grown to be me

I have achieved

My Reality

Yeah