Reset

Let's take it back to grade nine

Showed no signs you'd ever catch me slippin

Laces untied, at that time nothing would have me trippin

Thought all was well

Coined up my dreams and all that I was wishin'

Had common sense but always felt I had a penny missin'

Observe the craft of rap and spaz on tracks that was my mission

I'd never crack if I just acted on my intuition

The shackles of my peers comments every period

Had me scared to reach my highest point, like the pyramids

Thought I'd try angles differently from time to time

Started writing pop but realised I was missing punchlines