Open Book

Verse 1: Uh, don't even know where I'm heading Just trying to flesh out the story with a captivating setting And catching a listener's spirit is all part of the plot So the conclusion is I'mma give it all what I got Some niggas tied up while I'm knot So I keep the noose loose and get the time that I got Everyone nose that I bless the track on the spot Plus I'm full of ammunition so Im gonna give a shot And the news from the guinea pig grapevine Some people asking where's my humble pie, well I ate mine, cause I'm fucking hungry Listen to me you could see that ain't lying Welcome to the canvas of my life you can see the paint drying, and I'm Locked inside my room, trapped in this cocoon Heading for the galaxies, don't plan to land on the moon Planted a couple seeds now I'm waiting for my garden to bloom Or looking for places full of opportune I'm writing my story as I pick up the pen And started rapping about NINE but all I see is a ten Yeah, we ain't perfect but if you try its worth it Find my head so far in the clouds I don't even know where Earth is Hook: Chapter after chapter Page after page My life is slipping away but I keep going on and on Take a look, take a look inside this book and you could find my character in every verse and every hook Everyone has their own story to tell so Don't judge me until you open the book Verse 2: Family have no faith in me so I question if I'm wasting my life Then it makes me sit and question if I should waste my life Cause everything I do is wrong so what the fuck is right? But I gotta tell myself that everything's alright My thoughts are stars I can't fathom into constellations Part of my hesitation is pulling the right Presentation Progressing then stepping back tends to come with my frustration But there's no stopping now, no need for the constipation cause All I wanna do is recruit Audemar Pigeuts Rolling round the red carpet in those Tom Ford suits On a quest for the love of fame and people remembering my name But I still know my bloodline, always have my roots Put on your headphones and listen to this story I'm introducing myself to the world orally RIP to some MCs that came earlier before me Cause after this song you can never ignore me Hook: Chapter after chapter Page after page My life is slipping away but I keep going on and on Take a look, take a look inside this book and you could find my character in every verse and every hook Everyone has their own story to tell so Don't judge me until you open the book Verse 3: This is me Birth of a striking individual No pizza boy but I tell you that the flow is deliverable We may never meet but you will understand my visuals Will I ever make it, i don't know , thats equivocal Cause living on an island is some sort of Imprisonment Surrounded by crabs in a bucket makes me feel limited At least I have initiative No support from from citizens Equivalent to a hot air balloon with no heat and oxygen You don't have to live in the ghetto to have a struggle Never had a strap but always tried to have a buckle Down on my life, while I'm running through this concrete jungle And as I'm running fast I'm stepping in a couple puddles Turn on the lights and open up the stage curtains And all the doubters I see can ride in them black hearses Feel my soul when I'm writing and recording these verses Imprint Versa in ya brain nigga write it in cursive