Ive been out here chasing dreams like they stole my pot to piss in

Cause they stole imagination when my age found it fitting

Had to find a way out

One that my family could witness

But my pockets needed change

Now I’m employed washing dishes

Or selling you clothe, perfume, or cologne

I had the stench of grind and had my homework at home

The Whole time spiting rhymes

But where’s the time to record?

Where the time to record?

Even when my blood and my sweat got me college

The hustle kept me focused on the bag and the dollas

I ain't boasting

I’m just reflecting a reality

Of a poet that was muffled

By the hunt for the finer things

But now I get bread

I ain’t blowing it on a Benz

Got invested in the market

Imma see it all the end

Meanwhile I’m taking trips

Sipping drinks I don’t understand

Sipping drinks I don’t understand

Its Too Dapper and I’m coming like a protest nigga

Im here for a reason and I’m gone get bigger

And till I see change

Imma keep coming back

And I got a couple homies with the sticks in the back

Got the speakers on blast

I’m coming hard like a cast

Fix the broken system

While I’m getting this cash

Rest In Power to Boseman it's Wakanda Forever

Showed the next generation we should be coming together

I’m a heavy set nigga feeling light as a feather

Cause these tears left me empty

Hoping things gets better

Mr. Blake’s kids gone grow with the trauma

Seven ain’t luck, it’s a sign of a martyr

So misunderstood that’s what he said in the Carter

Now we growing old and we looking to barter

For our life

Like if I talk real nice

Wear a suit and tie

Do i still cause fright

Ive been out here chasing dreams like they stole my pot to piss in

Cause they stole imagination when my age found it fitting

Had to find a way out

One that my family could witness

But when them blues got behind me

I was scared I got my wishes

Bloods rushing

Cause you could smell we been chilling

Feeling stupid

Cause I’m giving them a reason

No Ivy League degrees

Just a car full of children

Just finished blowing tree

And discussing all the killings

I swear at that moment

I thought that we was finished

Like if I talk real nice

Can i keep my life?

To tell the honest truth, sir, I’m high as a kite

But you arrest me sir

It could end my life

Even with no bullet

I can’t Pay for school

Drug offense prevent aid

One of their many rules

I swear we good kids we just made a dumb move

Sidi in the back, he the father to siblings

Working 3 fucking jobs and he got high school to finish

My momma at home and her heart can’t take it

Afraid she gone die if tonight i don't make it

Sir, I know you got a job here

But I got alot at stake here

She brittle like her bones

So no, I can’t stay here

Anything I can say here?

Anything I say, that you can hear?

(This from the heart)

Ive been out here chasing dreams like they stole my pot to piss in

Cause they stole imagination when my age found it fitting

Had to find a way out

One that my family could witness

But my pockets needed change

Now I’m employed washing dishes