Jet Fuel

Ascension begins with a small poem Those who fly high, man you don’t really know em The high rollers, ain’t the highest of em all Like late summer they’re all destined to fall Ambition and talent, an in flight cocktail Feminist boy cause there's no checks in the mail Started from money, but I'm ending without Straight from cali, my pockets in harsh drought But I’m still set, still big, still made Brown chicken coop, man that’s how we all raised A Comp Sci major with secondary flavor Like I’m top Ramen or topping Ralph Nader No struggle, Solid hull, but no hardships Rap games constipated, people go through hard shits No complaints dribbling out of these rich boy lips My parents gave me the jet fuel for my rocketship *chorus* As we get lost in our world x3 I see the sun start to climb Early Morning *chorus* Before I was fifteen I’d been to five continents Most people in the game get higher than their prospects Dang most bitches out here haven’t ever left the projects How can I get respect If I never felt like an object? To those above me, because growing up I had money Top 3% preaching to the ghetto sounds funny Put on two coats when my little nose was runny Always feeling charged up like the energizer bunny But when you come from gold, you're expected to go platinum But never on records, I’ll be on the streets If I sell em Want to make my own future but my destiny is fixed Lawyer, Doctor or Engineer the futures I can pick Don’t get me wrong flying, I’m not complaining With money I can shoot for the stars like Carl Sagan But my own dreams, my own passions, my own songs? Hope you enjoyed your flight, cause Im’ma land before long