read my stuff.
Shit’s Tight.

I just wanna write…

I wanna let this take flight,

Keep flowin till it gets bright,

Keep writing till it feels right,

Have my homies saying, ‘Shit’s TIGHT!’

I might be struggling

But the struggle is the potent fuel

That drives me to make these lyrical jewels

If it’s not your fuel, my friend, you’re one of many fools

You really think you’ll win if you keep playing by these rules?

There are NO rules for survival

Cuz you never know what you’re gonna get

Life isn’t a box of chocolates

Life is how much you’re willing to bet

Whether you’re ready to get you’re feet wet

Or fight without the help of your set

The difference between a full life and a life full of regret.

So to stay true to what life teaches

I’ll become the preacher who believes in what he preaches

My message will be massive in how it reaches

And simultaneously ingenious in how it breaches

Like the truth, how long has it been since

You let it invade your brain?

How much did you retain?

How much went down the drain?

It’s easy to ignore it when it causes pain

But living in ignorance is living in vain

Frontin like you’re hot shit?!

Please! Tell me WTF you gain

From the status you fight so hard to maintain?

But in the end, the way we learn best

Is when life throws obstacles at your chest,

Paying back karma with interest,

Or hitting rock bottom like the rest.

Not knowing that the bottom is a humbling place,

Most stand up and repeat the same mistakes

Too blinded by the money they chase

Or the fantasy they’ve chosen to embrace (what a disgrace!)

If the words I speak could wash away selfish pride

I’d scrub down the nation from side to side

Then maybe finally we’ll turn the tide

And become a society with a lower rate of suicide

And the abolishment of all types of genocide

Maybe it’s because I wrote this at night

That these words glow with so much light

Regardless of whether this shit’s tight,

I just wanna write.