I swear,
it's funny,
because some people are like they know the kid.
It's like they know the emotions,
I'm dealing with emotions like growth,
I'm trying to balance the job.
Were you by my side when I was depressed?
Were you by my side when I was suicidal?
No, nobody know.
That's how it's going to go.
Listen to this.
Yeah.
Check it.
Yeah.
Back when I was 12 or 13,
I was driven to exceed to some punks,
really me turning me to a sheep.
I was at my lowest.
I was in God for an early disease.
Every day got worse.
When these punks dissing me,
making me feel like I'm good for nothing.
I was alone, constantly crying.
My family didn't understand,
because the system lied to them as if they were fools.
Imagine wanting to die young,
because you were ashamed to be black in school.
I swear I'm not making this up.
Not even I understood what was up.
My mother couldn't stop praying to God.
Whilst my teachers lied to my father,
I found my brains falling off.
Little J didn't know Saturn crossed.
Let me tell you the story about how I discovered God.
This *'s raw, man.
I swear, nobody knows me.
Nobody knows me.
Let's get it.
Ignorance was a normal in my head.
I hope one day I can get to through life.
Awaiting and contemplating where we go after death.
At 15, I lost all my friends.
No circle, no support.
Me against the world,
I found a way to score myself from the outside.
Peer pressure twice.
I was terrified.
Memories made me petrified.
Late nights, by telling my mind part.
Telling me, never surrender whilst you're alive.
Every day was a call for this boost,
not for my ego,
but for my heart.
I'm convinced I've been calcified in the dark.
Different images, but I still spark.
That's about people's remarks.
After I'm gone,
I'll leave the world scarred like Tinga,
ready to blow up.
I swear you niggas are like you know me,
but most of y'all don't know me.
I'm from this.
One minute they hate me,
next minute we're homies.
None of you know me.
Sometimes I felt out of place,
so I walk away to fix my shape from the heartbreaks.
Finding a way to locate peace instead of revenge in the streets.
Vendettas more soothing than the hot weathers.
I'll never understand how someone's pain is
another man's pleasure.
I used to love them until I realized to do better.
What's worse, feeling like you're cursed.
I'm writing my deepest reflection from this verse.
I was on engines to make amends,
falling fully trapped.
Spying fake friends,
learning my lessons to overcome depression.
Finding happiness from oppression is a bittersweet blessing.
I live cautiously, but do I feel protected?
The devil's reckless,
negative energy's testing me.
Somebody tell me why I feel trapped.
All of this money has me uncomfortable.
Is somebody plotting to stab my back?
They left me out when I was right.
Too many put me down in this life.
I look up to the sky,
learning the depths of life.
No limitations, no expectations.
I can't be disappointed by these wafflers and bottle drops.
Promising their worth for the moment,
but lose out to their own opponents.
Brains are sold in majority,
hopeless since they love being drained.
I'm convinced everybody's souls have been sucked from this game,
and it's a shame they'd do anything to take a young hustle soul away.
The state we live in is unforgiving,
but the only way to change it is to rape the fighters with children.
I swear you think it's all on your domain,
but most of y'all don't know me.
I'm phoneless.
One minute they hate me,
next minute we're homeless.
None of you know me.
None of you know me.
None of you know me.
None of you know me.
None of you know me.
None of you know me.
I swear you think it's all on your domain,
but most of y'all don't know me.
I'm phoneless.
One minute they hate me,
next minute we're homeless.
None of you know me.
None of you know me.
None of you know me.
None of you know me.
None of you know me.
None of you know me.