Directors cut

Well fuck you and all your misconceptions, I think I get the message. know I misdirected all my energy to second guesses.

Like, why you do that? Maybe this plan kind of stupid? Don’t tell me you put college  on hold, to go and make some music. What if it don’t turn out how you hope, will you make it through it. Time is of essence , nigga stop acting clueless. Accumulate you some with wealth or  whatever you wanting from this, Like fuck it. Go and be somebody or 

Arr—Eye—pee some bodies, I think I just need some silence or —a bigger wallet. Felonies are all that’s calling, like I’m some con artist. Moma  say she proud cuz I’m being productive

But she can’t drop bottle,she sad about something. And  My fam all ugly criers ,

we hide from each other. Wanna be left alone but I swear that that’s part of the problem, tryna find a peace of mind, for—the lack of time. Or—the pack of lies fed— to me and mine lord...

Life ain’t forever, but time is never ending 

Neglected cause effort given is something I never figured could help me 

This cycle that hell feeds, makes me believe life is only meant for the wealthy. Now tell me— Who gone save him? Who gone save me ?

Who’s your savior? Are they gone save you?

Who’s your savior? Are they gone save you?

I don’t need no Saving I’m my own hero. In fact you can quote me now while I’m a known zero. No X-men to X-tract  all this mutagen. Suit me up for testing and guess what— I’m the new super man. Least Thats how I feel when I’m in booth with my pen in hand. One write  moves with death notes and I’m killing them. Making One big casket for doubters and all they  synonyms. Bad mouthing bastards like spoons that filled with cinnamon; “like come again, copy I ain’t catch you the first time , the seconds the worst time. Cuz I know  I’m not listening.  I’m hardheaded —or that’s what Moma call it. 

tryna be a hero in her eyes. Save her from a life  she ain’t ask for. Im tryna fast forward to a point in time where we blossomed from the asphalt. See ha son be great, instead of propped up on that dashboard — of cop cars like bad boys they actin up. Pacin’ on a meal so her worries could probably settle down and maybe bottles that empty don’t get no refill . A liquor faucet with stoppage so we see can clearer. I know there’s light through that tunnel that we ain’t seen yet. 

Yeah there’s light through that tunnel we ain’t seen yet 

Life ain’t forever, but time is never ending 

Neglected cause effort given is something I never figured could help me 

This cycle that hell feeds, makes me believe life is only meant for the wealthy. Now tell me— Who gone save him? Who gone save me ?

Who’s your savior? Are they gone save you?

Who’s your savior? Are they gone save you?