Proven

Fueld with envy and rage I wanted to be problematic / I wanted to blossum from a place and be considdered a god to peasent / but i saw stagnence so I broke down and picked up my fragments devleoped a paticence and faced this/ still the same kid sittin' in class lookin' spacious / but he wasn't spaced out / no he was the namesless tryna create a name for himself cause he craved to be famous cause he knew that he would be the one to make the kinda music to be endlessly ageless / fueled by jealousy/ singin the blues widda melody that would melodize with the heart of even his closest enemies / / I carry on/ no one told me what to do with it/ heard it once never studied just wonder what is music is/ flabberfasted by it's beautifullest do you to the fullest attitude that it's got and now thats a belt that I rock/ an avenue that I walk/ people tellin me that i'd have to be stupid to stop [ & I believe em'/ there ain't a reason/ They help me beat my demons] & I lived with a lot of em' / I cringe just at the thought of em' and they left a lot of garbage & problems/ they didn't pay bills and just let the water run/ and not only did they leave mental bent all fucked they didn't pay rent aww/ but then they went off as soon as they saw my room personality comin outta the womb/ mad at me that I actually found happiness and confidence/ thinkin I was wrong for this is it an ego or is it just self confidence/ still find hard getting past that initial awkwardness/ never was all that talkative kids just sit and listened to pac and a big/ eminem & Rakim' and people found it weird how I just walked in but don't understand that I spent a thousand nights in my room locked in tryna write something awesome so that I could blossum from this small town that I had no support from