Out living my life so now I'm barely in the booth

But I'm always on my grind, yet I rarely ever move

I'll never be satisfied that's the scary bitter truth

That's the difference between awake or fucking arrogant like you

Young American and stupid. That was me a couple years back

Clouded was the vision didn't have a sight to clear path

You hear that? That's the tone of clarity

You basic rapping motherfuckers can't and won't compare to me

Rap is open therapy, I try to find my center

Steady working to get better while you idolize them figures

Now I'm fighting for our lives cuz that's how I define a winner

I am not a super hero Mr. 99 percenter

My wallets fucking empty but that don't define my worth

It's truly all about my actions and its all about my words

I hope before I perish I leave positivity for earth

And that's the reason that I do this, know it starts within me first

Gotta be the change I wanna see

Gotta leave behind a part of me

Gotta break the chains that harbor me

Gotta free myself with honesty

Gotta wear my heart out on my sleeve

Gotta walk the path that's hard to see

Gotta gotta gotta gotta gotta pardon me

I am just a robot with a genuine cause

Synthetic veins and organs still I'm pumping out this hip hop

Hella handy with the timing like a motherfucking wristwatch

Never trying to flex up, or impress you- these are just thoughts

So what you want? Someone to vomit rhyming wordy music?

Or someone to spit that real that got a purpose to it?