Memoir: Entry V
[Verse]
This a memoir,
A nigga I knew said don't let this shit change you,
For better or worse,
So in every verse,
I deliver my heart,
Like the start of this shit,
Man,
It's crazy,
How I been feeling lately,
Florida has made me,
Try not to hate me,
And I am convinced that I'm taking my time with creating a rhyme,
Cause my mind has been hazy,
And niggas fugazzi,
So I keep it real,
But they hating,
They don't want real shit,
They don't wanna feel shit,
How they know I killed it,
When they never wanna listen to the lyrics,
Real shit,
My first set of entries was a little more personal,
That's fine but believe this shit is purposeful,
One day, one kid, age 13,
Found out what he had to do to stop the hurting,
Venting and no more pretending that finding the ending of life was the best for him,
His peers man they never did check for him,
So he put on a front as a test for em,
They failed,
Thought he was happy,
Thought he sucked at rapping,
Thought he knew his daddy,
Like this shit was magic,
He really was average,
And thought he was savage,
Ain't know who his dad is,
Man this shit is tragic,
A vision, he had it,
On a mission to grab it,
They thought that he would lose the passion,
But I swear that he hasn't,
Who knew that the ship would sail,
Now the boy is the captain.