I wanna tell you that you made it alive

I wanna tell you no more places to hide

I wanna tell you that even though it was hard

You really know who you are, no need to don a facade

Some people think you a star, they listening to your bars

The vision's plastered on walls, the pictionary involved

The dictionary that you studied, then ripped apart, in a scrawl

The jeans felt so muddy but still sagged to the draws

The fears of your buddy with beef-battling woes

The periods where the static was real after it all

The tears weren't happy but still rapping with all