Savior Unmasked.

I say one for the money
Two for my show
Three lines then I’m ready to go
I walk like no one cares
You can’t do it, cause you worry bout those who stare

I be myself, my style
Hate all you want, you can’t match my green pile
Why can’t you greet me with a smile
Deep down you envy my happiness all these while
I write that special style, and I know it
Blue prints to show it
Green paper ready to throw it

So much gossip
Rumors sinked your friendship
So much hate
When will you learn to appreciate?
Life is good
Do what you should
Try what you could
Love is good
Break up, it could
Work out, it would
I’m just writing, you don’t have to be rude

I brag
I swag
Don’t use word fag
I don’t give a fuck about gay marriage
I don’t give a fuck about marital age
I don’t give a fuck about my girl’s heritage
Hustling for tat paper, 3 jobs with minimum wage
Writing therapy for my anger manage

24 seven, 1989 that’s me, started to walk the clock
Twenty years now, I still smoke at the rooftop
Shiny stars fade away often but never drop
Life’s a race, and I don’t plan to stop
Life’s a play, you either a hit to the top
Or disappointing in a major flop
I stay one lane, that’s my spot

Every mission to be what my dad was not
Every creation to make my lines hot
Every coin was risk to hit the jackpot
Every reason to challenge your judgmental thought
I forgive, but shit is never forgot
Life is just getting interesting, sudden twist back at the lot
Pad yourself the back, you deserve that prop
Been through so much, still chasing the top
The Savior is back, now let the beat drop.