Acid Rain

My heart lives in two places Inside my chest, and on this very playlist that you're playing Told myself its time to go and tie my boot laces Show the world what true brave is, them Goliath. You David I'm sick of hearing kids bragging about a fat check I'm just thankful for my family and my last breath Little Rascal rap is running rancid in his damn head You stupid asshole, your ass will pass with those assets. I'm just a gentleman with passion Who falls asleep every night to television static Melanin is alabaster, and irrelevant to rapping. I'm just hoping you won't judge me as I render you the gavel. Many roads to travel, if I'm steady planning to be better known. As my left and right brain fight to get my head alone. My heart will beat in cadence with the metronome My only question though is Would you play this if I said it wrong? I still struggle with making everything true enough You think that I should stop? Shit, that makes two of us I'm feeling lower than ever, they tell me that I'm moving up I spend most my time right now, figuring out, who to trust Tryna figure who's at fault, least half of it was me I blamed it on myself, the devil's advocate agreed This rapping shit is me. They see it as a new hobby To me it's more than that, saved my life a few probably And all my friends are going out cause it's the weekend Yet here I am again steady working on releases Cell phone on silent, don't reply unless I see it And even if I see it, doesn't mean that I'mma read it Turned 23 the very day this shit came out Same place as 22, but I'm not complaining about Asking for chance is like looking for rain inside a drought All I can hope is that they keep my name inside their mouth It's 6 am. I need to write a 16 I need to hit the hay. Hey, I really need to get sleep I really need to move on, or get deeper into this beat I just need another verse, to assure that they don't forget me One more. Two more. Fuck it, I ain't stopping Til the booth is my free world, and the free world feels like a coffin Often lost in thought and caught in constant plot of being flawless I just pause and it's right then when I lose track of tracking constants When you're living with a doubt, shit, nothing will mask the pain Is like living in a drought, and you're asking God for some aid Effervescent selfish, never thank the clouds that came Open up your mouth, and have a taste. It's Acid Rain...