Introspective Lyrics

Y'all want to know why the album is late

I've been giving y'all time to get the last one straight

T-O-T-P back when me and Doc put them days in

To make hits spending long nights in his basement

Yea while y'all were all scared to hit stages

I was busting rhymes at the eighth celebration

Like that then we had JP's packed

But they ain't want me back because I cursed in my raps

But the way I moved crowds had a huge impact

On the surface word

I was catching wreck in the underground circuit

Had them surfing these local rappers nervous

For certain and industry leeches stay lurking

Every time I was contacted by an A and R

He sold me a dream and said that he would make me a star

Oh how naive I can be so let's see

Want to know why the album taking so long

Pay attention I will break it down in this song

Twenty fifteen mark of the junk

All the GYB homies been hyping me up enough said

Around the same time I had started my dreads

And embarked on a spiritual conquest an onset push

Towards alignment and compliance

I put down some habits and I picked up a plant based diet

A new redefined sentiment

Lust is a bitch so I just went celibate and been so ever since

I turned twenty three full focus on my craft

And as of this spring I re-enrolled in class

But let me rewind for a moment

All summer seventeen I was homeless

Steady going in and out it I was clouded

But I thank God a couple homies let me crash on their couches

I owe y'all for sure I was selling clothes

Doing travel studio booking shows

So me and Mayor hit the road and went broke

Another setback and reason why my album hasn't released

Time and time again history will repeat

So I packed up my things and unpacked in the P

Probably redid the whole thing three times each

And I couldn't find a studio to cut it for cheap

I said fuck it so I opened one and did it for free

But still nothing new couple deals fell through

Never trust anyone claiming they can help you

And just when I thought I had started going crazy

I met the love of my life and she mother fucking played me

I felt like quitting I admit it

And I'm still caught up in my feelings because I miss it

Now I'm sitting here wishing on eleven eleven

That I can find peace in hidden tantric methods

Practicing the message that I preach in my movement

Took a step back on the scale with Anubis

No more excuses I developed the blue print

And split In to two discs soon

I will present to you junk music