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V1: My CANVAS was ready, still/distributed SUPPLIES just to BRUSH up each set of skills...through the HIGHLIGHTS, I had SHADED my mental will/and paid a HIGH PRICE, tryna search for a better DEAL...man, is this how it goes?...Walt Disney in the flesh, I was froze/in the future, who knows what past shit gets exposed?...skeletons closed- inside a dark closet get dusted off, only to replenish the bones/tainting the image you know...that's not how I'll choose to be remembered by/so seperatе me from the past, cuz that's a separatе I...I got tattoos that remind me of the better times/way before, when I was pretending about being dead inside...I remember the cup noodles, dinner was eggs and rice/down in the dumps, who knew- I'd be eating steak with fries?...what if the food stamps discontinued, no EBT when I needed P-G...a struggle to "STAY ALIVE"...I feel like the "BEEGEES," but I barely "HA HA," I cry when I hate my life- cuz everyone needs me- when I need to speak, please- my phone's like Kehlani and Cardi B, cuz it "ring-rings"...tell me who's picking up?...NO-BODY... feel like a "PORNO AUDITION for ORAL," my first impressions "SUCKED"...they tell me I'm awkward, said I'm weird but I'm moreso a disgrace, young nigga that quit the race while I was a-"HEAD"...ain't no "BODY" catching "UP"...wow...could you blame me though?/a young genius, was writing poems at 8 years old...humiliated so- much as a teen, with the long graphic tees, Nike's with the yellow sole...pushed back and forth, a short kid who was skin and bones/mentally abused, and forcefed on some shit I hold- so deep I get exhausted, you wouldn't get it though- would write til my pencil broke...til I switched to the gel pen, needed something permanent/stopped trying to erase mistakes, and rewrote words again...until I could spell them right, expressing the worst events/paper was the only place that I seeked encouragement...in class sitting alone, dont think I ever heard of friends/people just "tolerated" me, or loved every verse I'd vent- on, Long gone, my successes were circumvented, told me DIG DEEP, but I'm barely scratching the surface and-
Hook: How do you know- when it's time to hang it up now?, where do you go- when the thing you love is gone?/how should you feel when nobody gives a fuck now?, maybe you been declining all along-
As you got much older, responsibilities, harder...maybe we can go a little longer...if you dig deep, if you dig deep, tell me what do you find?
Tell me what do you find-
When the canvas is your mind?
V2: I was painting with the blood from my slit wrists- Michael Jackson's final tour, THIS- IS IT...bleeding out SLOWLY, dying with the QUICKNESS/my job got me by the throat, fucking strep test...X eyes on me, forgive me if I'm EXpress-ive/paint a few more images with this EXcess- DNA, couldn't be afraid, I'm taking next steps/sleep away my stress, or beat the brakes- off negative things I face?...your best guess is good as mine, but no one's mind's as good as mine, no freaking way...holding secrets in, toss the key, I'll keep'em safe/more talents- to (talons, 2) CLAW at'em, no EAGLE legs...too gifted for these low wages...this head sickness makes me the most favored/and most hated...low sex DRIVE these days, I'm ROAD RAGING/now I'm on a MISSION, DOUBLE-0 AGENT...okay, then...I see where I stand now...tell them to stand down...cuz the first motherfucker tryna block my blessings is getting cold case files written with THOSE names, nigga, I don't play...I took several notes from OJ/I feel like a Nokia, I won't "break"...nah, yo...12 years making my job dope/to get paid the same dough as a nigga that just started, so now I'm hoping all ya niggas get John Doe'd/I'm Hec', nigga!...this place ain't big enough for my growth/this place be getting lit up cuz I glow...too bad these paychecks tippytoe'ing on tightropes/too bad my smiles make people think I'm just nice folk/too bad, you kept those high hopes for a psycho...too bad you ain't notice me as a prized po-ssesion/plus I do my best work while I'm high though...
Hi though...struggling to find ways that I could go viral, I'm not tryna die broke...
