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[Verse] I bust my ass for what I have, nobody gave a fuck And I ain't wanna ask for a hand and get the finger Understand I ain't tryna hear it I'm what they wanna hear The art is regarded as the heart of the streets, you wasn't there You lack burden of proof, my rap's truth Resonated through pen and paper, stimulated many Ain't it, deep how I never let opinions fade me? I know they hate me 'cause they ain't me, so to see me make it Agonizes snakes and liars have no grace and desire I patiently waited then came with the fire that rages inside me Flamin' rhymer, dreamin' ain't nicer See the light when they awake into my greater horizon Require change of environment, no love lost, haters inspirin' New ways of thinkin' makin' me rise to the occasion like Kyrie Determined to reap the goal, whoever oppose, I serve them Food for thought, I put work in, my word is bond To my culture is proud that I wrote this Art is exalted, calm yet ferocious God bless the child who could hold his I'm focused, starin' at the ocean Searchin' for peace as I question life's purpose Seem certain, indeed, these verses Hold weight like Ace in the cleaners Able to distinguish the difference between thinkin' and schemin' It's like bein' tired of waitin' when patience is needed Is it safe for a dreamer in a city that never sleeps? Every day you awake is succeeded Indeed the degree of separation increases with measures taken Inconceivable within reach, no limitations If you ever hesitated on Mega, maybe you ain't know I never needed your validation
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- Writers
- STREETRUNNER
- Cormega