I

How do i describe I?

I dream like Cole and I work like Sean.

I cant go home so I have to go hard
I do this for my unborn so I have to go far

I was in too deep so of course I went raw
That's what made we so I know ain't the only one
I'm not seekin’ advice

I'm lookin’ for ears so i can conquer my fears
Please tell me there's a crowd in here so I can rock em away like roc-a-wear

I can’t keep spittin’ to myself in my full body mirror.
I just want to be loved so put ya hands in the air.

I put my all in these rhymes and i just wanna bag em up like a car full of dimes.
I'm your open book!

You can read my pages, the flow is natural so flip away.

As a pen I bleed ink, u found me at the bottom of the lost and found ben.

I'm tryna be the best pen u ever gripped

When u think i'm empty i got the automatic refill my ballpoint stay rollin.

You can't  stop me now like Diddy.

I do to this to make sure my legacy is straight.

This is more than a money thing this a pride thing.

Im for the art of this shit
I studied this like Kanye did fashion.

My flow has passion thats dressed in the highest fashion.

Some of this may seem cocky

but I'm dreamin’' like Cole so sometimes I brag like hov.

Im tryna get on a level of thinkin' that got the homies feelin godly like Kendrick.

I dont really know this feelin'

I guess u can call it funk.

My breath smells like fried chicken, kush and burned ink.

I think thats rather funky.
My pen is so honest its criminal.

My words repeatedly give me the third strike my mother told me i should never get.

I feel like my last name should be X

I never really related to good catholics

I don't understand what it means to be baptist.

I'm young, black and I hold my fist high.

I stand in the legacy of Panthers

but I don't claim to be blood nor  Crip

I must claim one because my shirt  is blue and my backpack is red.
I am just as confused as my meloto brothers and sisters but it's not due to hue.

Its due to the fact I can't trace my ancestry pass my grandmothers.
I hate the fact that i don't think you relate!

Yet I can't stop writing because I intuitively know someone feels me.
I describe myself as a black poet

A dreamer and a hard worker.

I am a free thinker thats full of pride

A man of honor thats full of flaws.

I am Ace.