Ummm
This is the last joint
I hope you all enjoyed yourselves
New destination for jotting these sacred scriptures
Tormented by the ways that I was wicked
Ill intentions, temperamental, risky business, sticky fingers
Lord forgive me
I was living with my soul in the trenches of the deep
In the back of my subconscious mind
Never speak from my heart
I was putting on a front for the streets
For my peers, for the freaks
For my fears, for my dreams
Tryna be someone I did, yet I didn't wanna be
Fast forward to now, I sit in a gilded cage
On this 48th page, I swim in a pool of rage
Restraining my inner thoughts, but releasing em on a stage
Revered as a great, but I still feel like a fucking lame
Cause at the end of the day
Deep down inside
I'm still just that same lil boy
Wit a ring around his lips if he ain't got no Carmex
And it's getting cold
They say Cole you need a car next
Boy you getting old
Oh, yeen een got a license yet
Boy you trifling
But I bet you know who got the Percocets and got the Vicodins
You stupid nigga
You ain't got shit but your music nigga
You need to grow the fuck up and get the fuck to it nigga
Euphemism for the shit I'm really tryna say
Is that money don't grow on trees
Lil nigga it's time to pay
For the life that that you live
For the life that you want
Well that phrase was a cliché
Well whatever you got the point
No furlough, no free day
Yo time on earth got a cost
So pay the fuck up
If not, then raise the fuck up
Do you know how many others literally died for this chance
Outta the thousand sperm cells that was fighting to live
You were the only one to beat the odds
And fertilize it
And make it inside of the egg
So see the joy in life
Recognize the chance to live
And yeah, shout out The RZA from the Wu-Tang Clan
On my worst days
When it rains, it hails
I blaze, inhale
The haze and tell
My story in these rap verses
And I frame it well
The pain is felt
The paint has fell
Unto the canvas
Picasso when I'm presenting pictures of people's faces
It's just a mask that's been reappropriated by a Spanish painter
And promoted as sophisticated
But when created, it was influenced by people who's history's been negated
And vilified
Yet still we rise
Till dinnertime
We eat the opposition
Gimme mine
Greedy nigga, penning my deepest inhibitions
Rhyme something like a wizard
I'm wicked when I'm wit a wand
Not evil but I am the anti-hero's hero
The one to be triumphant, I don't fear no
Enemy that's giving me less than I deserve
I'ma wish em the best and hope I bless em with these words
Running outta time
See I been rapping for a minute nigga
Running round the town
I'm known to snap in every district
Spitting raps with all my niggas
Talking bout how we gone make it soon
First I gotta clock into this shift I gotta make at noon
Gotta make the cake, I need investments in my craft
I tend to laugh at all these
Porta potty niggas shitty raps
But still they cash it, make the most of it
I wonder will it last
It makes me mad, but I transmute it to motivation and spaz
Ya small frame torso's a shame
Compared to this Cane Corso mixed with a Great Dane
I'ma big dog rapper
With the bars you a pup
Tryna bark like you hard and you tough
Give it up
Naive like a child, acting wild, acting buck
Until some real hitters come and hit em up
Got focused, got paper, and I got into my zone
All these things happened when I started to stand alone
It's Coley