| Sitting back til I’m kicking the bucket
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| Went through enough of this running
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| Crawled through a lot of those trenches
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| Still I can’t ever warm benches
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| I been, slouching too much I still can’t ever take a break, it
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| Was too long to get it started now I gotta hit those same steps
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| Can’t just double backwards — relapse
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| Change up the sound for these tracks
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| Never forget where I’m at, never forget what it took
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| Taking too long to get my mom a house I’m sick about it
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| Bet I’ll get that deal and in a year they’ll never think about it
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| Gone, bound to be famous, after I die they’ll see my light for ages
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| Star since I was born my pops he prolly thinks I’m bound to make it
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| Swear he’s been my number one fan and he’d write an affidavit
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| Save if I forgot where I was from then he’d rescind the statement
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| Gone is the vacancy that used to be so soul shaped
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| Finally found my goal and got so lost in what the road paved
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| State to state I’m tryna get my name lost in the ledgers
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| Hitting ceiling after ceiling still I know I could do better
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| This a story of one who still is growing way too fast
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| To decide just who to be and still is confident they’ll last
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| I don’t got no time for looking side to side or glancing at my past
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| Gotta trail to blaze a pilgrim in my ways in every facet
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| Still I’m chopping on these tracks, too caught up in what I’m rapping
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| Hope, I don’t lose traction
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| Feel it in my person every pound or inch or fraction
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| If I want it like I need it then I really gotta have it
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| I ain’t never gonna be a unlit match, or a candle with a wick
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| I got too much on my back to ever worry bout the wind
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| Never rushing it too much I hope I keep my wits about me
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| I just wanna make my family wake up in the morning proudly
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| Gone are the days where I wake up just to get to school
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| Fiddling with my jacket hoping that I might be finished soon
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| Scared I’ll burn too brightly too fast and just end up outta tune
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| But honestly I hope that this music just ain’t ephemeral
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| I just really need to pace myself
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| Settle down for a bit and behave myself
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| Don’t get lost again that stuff that makes me hate myself
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| I just hope that I don’t ever try and erase myself, KiD |