What’s the point of living
What’s the point of giving
Back
When you consider the fact
That
It’s just ammunition for the opposers
Hating and fibbing
What’s the point of existing
What’s the point of being uplifting
When the world is doomed
And they don’t see the bigger picture
Maybe I should be more grateful
For my knowledge of the scriptures

Spit dope bars
But what if I’m meant for a friendship
With someone that’s deaf
Could cop more cars
But that would mean losing
An awesome socialist’s respect
In retrospect
I lived up
But it’s tough
When there’s still some
That think your authenticity
Is a cunning little bluff
To move with love
But somehow
Finding yourself
Leaving others in the dust
I know what I trust
But I don’t know if it’s enough
In a world that needs a hero
In a world that admires you
When they see the commas and the zeros
Could knock free throws
But that means getting fouled
And you know how the Bad Boys
Did to Jordan
So I’m conflicted
Of being either a junkyard dog
Or to move in proper accordance
I know I’m gifted
But the Lion prowls
Changing of the tide
You know losers never lose in peace
And they come with a set of pride
I’m not surprised
There’s a cool way in which things are handled
3 years ago
I was stressed outta my mind
Funny how
Now this music career don’t seem like such a big gamble
I can ramble
But if I do
I hope I’m articulate
I think of potential wifey
I think of all the kids
That look up to me
And I accept the responsibility
Curiosity kills the cat
But it seems like apathy
Is what really be killing me
Never in the mood
Nonchalant attitude
It can rub off the wrong way
Lack of exciting moments
Medicating on drugs that are potent
More exposure to
“Damn that was a long day”