Check, check New studio Might need to sound- might need to sound-treat this room at some point, but fuck it It's echoing, damn There ain't nothing I can do for you now, except for a sound A couple instrumentals over which I knew I'm profound I showed you all I drew and now I'm scraping the ground Trying to pick up all the pictures that I drowned How am I supposed to vent when I dropped the tape and never made a cent I can't sustain sustainability that suicide prevents But yo, there's nothing more I need to do than scribble my ascent But I took one step closer and a million back to bed Listen, check my position I'm trying to make these rhythms I'm trying to stay grateful for this audience I'm given A single person listening is more than I envisioned But I never rapped for anyone who isn't Me, I made decisions, two car collisions I crashed into my real life purpose I ain't driven I'm born in 97, just in time to see the world spin out again And witness million dollar prices on a fucking garden shed And there ain't nothing we can do, but yeah I told you already How am I supposed to write a song when I got out of the city Cause I've been here my whole life, institutionalized I took a last look back and then I stepped back inside I ate my own words really when I went for a ride I hit the trail south and ran back to my own surprise If there was something I was looking for, I guess I was blind Or I just had to look through someone else's eyes Writing and rapping is really a way to get all of your emotions out A way to dump any creative thoughts that you have Whatever mood that may be You can express and capture any moment of your mind By spilling it onto a page and putting it out into the world It's freeing, peaceful, healthy, and empowering And empowering And empowering And empowering Got no words, got no money, I ain't trying to be funny I couldn't keep on doing this shit if I wanted to buddy And I will never hang the microphone up And that's enough but you might not hear from me for a while I know it's rough cause I spent eighteen months making forty eight minutes So how the fuck long will eighty take? I'm pushing my limits So please forgive me if I'm shaky, I'm ambushing my spirits I had to go and write another one I couldn't just live it cause I've been cursed with a pen "Yo, say that again? You wrote the dopest poetry and you're wishing that it would end?" But see the journey is the pleasure now I cannot pretend And so I'm stuck writing lyrics until fuck knows when I might have struck out on a high but if I peak at 25 Then I'll spend 57 years looking back not at the sky So time to leave it all behind and act like I have never rhymed Cause when I did that I dropped some shit that blew your fucking mind I never rhymed for the sake of it if that's all that you make of it I don't know what to tell you, I'm sorry homie but take a hint I'm squeezing from this paper till I run out of words And then I'll still keep squeezing till I'm cut into thirds This ain't a verse, I'm just saying what is kind of perverse A masochistic nihilism that will only get worse So when you hear the second album know it's only a blessing If I can keep writing after it again and again and again and... And again and again And again and again And again and again and again and again and And again and again And again and again And again and again and again and again and And again and again And again and again And again and again And again and again And again and again And again and again And again and again and again and again and And again and again And again and again And again and again and again and again and And again and again And again and again And again and again and again and again and And again and again And again and again And again and again And again and again And again and again And again and again And again and again and again and again and My brother just released this album It's called Leave The City, and you should listen to it because it's good It's a very personal hip hop rap album, touching on both his personal issues And the societal problems in the land of the long white cloud which we both hail from And it has so much passion and emotion in its words Hearing my brother share his soul to the world, I realize that's what I want to do

This the bridge, the path between here and making big Cause I'm still waiting on vocals I gotta make myself distracted In practice the actions of making an album that could be classic Are really some whack shit You ask your friends to rap Then you tell them go back towards the drawing board They didn't do it right or quite like the way you thought So now it's awkward but fuck it just suck it up And talk shit until the tension eases And now we don't have to force shit Of course I'm the reason the veteran did return And yes of course I'm the reason my homies are still concerned Please don't worry for the lyrics You may hear me say in turn This the bridge, so I walked across before I let it burn This the bridge, not the kind that you can find up in a song This the bridge, not the type that you can find between your eyes This the bridge, not the one where they control the boat from dun This the bridge, this the one that you can drive across or run Because I'm done with this, now, the album is done If only one person buys it then I've already won I only write this because I can't sit around for life kid Despite this I waste so much time You'd think I'd like bliss but no On my day off I séance with future me He tells me get it while you can I say "what will my future be?" He tells me nothing cause I know if I knew it would ruin me How about a hint or two or three So do I ever Leave The City? Here's the tricky part You can't unless you fade into the dark And there's no coming back from that Then you can never play your part Cross the bridge with me I promise that's the only way to start We might not make it out the city but we can make it to the park Where we first met and sat ourselves upon the bench Where everything changed in two thousand and fourteen, lest we forget There's nothing left from back then except music that apprehended you But now the splendid view of the world ending is beautiful

Mic check Check check If I'm in my prime then shit I hit it early The type of peak you seek but soon enough you start to worry There's nothing left except your death one day So 'til then write that shit that takes your breath away And when they say it's over just reflect on how you led the way instead I bled on the page, it wasn't red This my attempt, at stepping away If you forget me that's OK Just remember the memories I enabled you And when you reach the end just pretend, I was the greatest Cause I'm not That's a lot to take in I ain't forgot a fucking thing, since 2014 But really longer, here's the thing When you're me and only thing you do is cling Onto a bygone-era that hasn't been since 17 Everything you say or do is impossible to pursue And if you choose to turn the hands then you're the only one in view There's nothing left for you except a few regrets and if you knew the way the few who moved ahead could move you'd maybe make it too But not for me I regret to inform you, I'll never be I can't expect them all to sponsor me if I'm holding on subconsciously I want to be the best who ever made it out my city But that's a tall fucking order when I'm living next to Quincy and his dad Greatest rapper and leader of jazz band Who signed my records back before my records landed in my hands If I could tell the 2014 me this shit he's probably mad Because the fads that I would chase have almost all but been erased I guess the state of how this game is lately's something I must hate I guess the state of how this game is lately's something I must hate Do you recall? We must have been about fifth form I guess the state of how this game is lately's something I must hate And you can never stop me 'till I finish every single task In 2014 my life changed My wife came into my life Back then I used to sneak over at night I wrote my first couple stories from pouring over my strife But it was really just some teenage poetry, nothing right I wrote my first raps around this time You'll never hear them 'cause I swear I wrote them down on some papers I'll never find So as we all walk into the future now with every step Take a look back then leave 'cause I promise there's nothing left