There’s something powerful in reaching what you can’t grab
Or dreaming what you can’t have
The belief you’ll achieve it is enough to pursue it
Until you notice you’re in love with an idea,
Confusing to live it until you do it and witness
The fruits of your labor were better than the food that you’re winning
But that’s the beauty of living, the thick and the thin
From the tutelage of life you learn who to pick as your friends
So when I feel a bit confused about choosing a vision
To follow in life I choose to mimic you in the mirror
I mean you always had my back, support like a brace
I brace myself, and jump from the floor of the base
A leap of faith at its core, is ignoring the blatant
Sign that you’ll make it, without knowing what was at stake
If I’ma fuck up, I’ma fuck up into space
It’s nothing to change, and shapeshift, so stuck in your ways
Is being stubborn today, where hating something
Is either being a bigot or religion isn’t something you praise
I’m color blind, when it comes to a race
I won’t start no war I can’t win, fuck a gun when I spray
I got knowledge and I’ll be god damned
If a college degree, defines me, where I’m stopping my plans
If not for a chance, I’d probably be a waiter
That’s waiting to make it, playing his beats on the pots and the pans
For six hours on minimum wage, live to get paid
Then pay bills, and skate by with dollars in hand
That’s not where I stand, if there ain’t nothing waiting
At the pearly gates, at my early grave I’ll be rocking it down
At the root of the monster, the problem is time
In six seconds you’re famous, I do it all for the vine



You can’t teach me nothing, like
Put your feet to the fire and burn tonight
Yeah you heard me right
If you don’t fall, how can you learn to fly?

I’ve seen shit that’ll change your perspective
The world is just an oyster to an optimist that makes him a skeptic
From the oldest to the newest in date
You make a lot of memories only to lose them with age
Kinda confusing, in perspective like
Spending life, building the tallest building you can, then trying to wreck the site
I fight for a better life, with money and happiness
But would have to sacrifice mental health to imagine it
And telling people I only march to my drum
But would sell out to reach the charts with sights stuck
On the right song, so I write on
…until there’s nothing left in my right arm
and try hard to believe, but it’s harder than I figured
When popularity’s measured by your followers on twitter
And right now, I need that highbrow
Anthony Davis, connect the dots for the line now
Clear my mind out, and focus on our generation
We need a voice you can’t type up, a text is waiting
Press the button and send away it we’re puppets
To fucking computer tablets instead of playing
A role in society

It’s probably not a revelation
To everybody but I’m scared of waiting for someone else to set it straight
Hold up I think I got a text though – ring ring
My cellphone beeps beeps, “oh there goes he, see
He’s just like us, checking his phone every other minute
Everything he just said is a fucking gimmick”
I admit, I don’t have my shit straight, yet
But I’m trying to end ways, and send change, bet
If I’m a catalyst to spark change, flip the switch
if I don’t practice what I preach, I’m a hypocrite
Only one way to learn
Set your feet to the fire and burn, baby burn