Alistotle - For You...

(Verse 1) They be saying he an insufficient little kid What a tragedy Maybe controversial but his mind’s scattered All over the place, call it Kurt Cobain He can’t create, won’t amount to something Long as his parents tell him to shave Go to college, nigga Fuck a record deal; you lack emotion Plus you can’t conceive a daughter Living a life of commotion Fuck your dreams and fuck your demons You got no purpose, fuck your feelings You have to go through this life cycle Then produce a sequel! They be telling him about finance, about security About homes, loans, funds, gas money All the scrutiny About the hard knock life, like a ghetto routine He wants to stand out, he be forgetting the bills Yeah, the nigga raps and they be like “Good job, kid. I still won’t buy that shit The dream you can abolish it” You an introverted nigga; they think you ain’t insightful You lock yourself up in a room full of mirrors (Verse 2) I know your virtues I know your vices, I know your desires to create I know how much you masturbate, the time you waste Tryna find inspiration completely forgetting the fact You escaped Plato’s cave You know the world and speak its language If you think you can go back and try to babble All you gonna hear is laughter I know you tryna find your balance, so to hell with that You can’t afford the disbelief and setting back You got a crowded canvas You know the world is mean Sometimes you feel incarcerated, tryna follow the doctrine Of the mean; you think you are Aristotle reincarnated But in spirit, you’re shattered, abstracted yourself from God It’s madness You want to believe he knows you And will grant redemption How come you claim exemption? When on the verge of agnosticism and everything is a burden Your change is constant and doubt is the one thing you know for certain You fear the girl you like Your heart is racing for her You got no heart brakes, you fear the heartbreak Maybe your heart needs a break Your mind runs paces also, you wanna see the future But can’t see past your own choices Nigga grab the phone; you need to call it quits In retrospect, you’re gonna wish you’d listened to me, Nah! I’m God’s very own Magnum Opus And this one’s for me…