Wasted Talent Lyrics

You ever feel like you wasting your talent?

As you losing your balance

This is the story of my life in fragments

Remember days when I would play crescendo on my violin

And ride in the car playing Nintendo

As a look at the city of Chicago straight out the window

Still keep my bow til this day as my memento

That if you play your strings right maybe things will play out

Thought those was the best days

In retrospect, those was the worst days

But momma always made me happy on my birthday

Me and my brothers always fought but my uncles said it's just horseplay

Grammy's house was right by the halfway

And dad was selling dope in the doorway

It's like any day was gonna be doomsday

That's why momma moved to Minnesota

So we can find new ways and not end up dead in the news

Because of a new wave of new graves or stuck in a cell like a new slave

But not every life is glorious

Not every win victorious

Most my wins I keep a secret

Cause most these so-called friends don't wanna see you succeeding

Soon as you leave the room they all start

Sneaking and seeking half-truth lies that are always misleading

That's why imma start keeping my friendship to greetings and business meetings

Cause if it ain't bout money it don't make sense

That's what the bill collector before he collected my rent

In reality, he right cause bullshit walks and money talks

From know now that's my motto

To make it out this broken city we call Chicago

Where niggas kids starving at home but they at the club

Popping bottles and talking to models just to get a follow

And get mad when she say she got a man

So he fill her body with hollows

A sick and twisted bravado

As a play my violin in vibrato

My lyrics so vivid

They compete with Picasso

Never had role models I looked up to Bach and Beethoven

Hoping I conduct my violin and bow in the same motion

Only black kid in my class momma said stay focused

But the ADHD in my brain stay noting

Every single movement in the room

Like a shark in a blood-stained ocean

My teacher said every good boy does fine

Just remember that and you'll always reach the finish line

Eventually, you'll be a great and compose songs

That will be considered greater than the greats

And I believe that in my heart till this day

As I recite my broken rhymes and nostalgic pain on a loose-leaf page

Of how I started playing violin in 3rd grade

To get away from poverty as my music getaway