Uh...
Open sesame, Mark another "x" for me
You and I can dive into my specialty
I write it like an open book, so I'm just hoping you can see
It seems this rap shit isn't as easy as it used to be for me
I mean... I use to know the map and where to find it
My compass has no direction now and I lost the climate
I know that there's a mountain, I don't know if I can climb it
I'll just hide it in the rhymes and hope that everyone rewinds it.
I guess I lost the pressure
I must've lost the pleasure
I should start at the beginning before I waste another lecture
'Cause I was just a child with shoulders bound to crack
But I was vicious with the synonyms before I found the rap
But after that I had to chase it, I started out as basic
You can't build foundation for a house without a basement
I would write until I couldn't write no more and then erase it
And now it's like... all I write about is time I wasted
Back then I wasn't trying to please so many people
The things you love the most will always be the most deceitful
By the time I was twelve, I had lost my sense of self
That's when I started putting my lyrics above my health
That's when I started trying to be somebody that I didn't even wanna be
Just to get away from all the ghosts that ever haunted me
Words are life and I've been giving them up
And all these other rappers out here just living it up.

Everybody that be living it up...
To everybody that be living it up...
Everybody that be living it up...
To everybody that be living it up...

Everybody that be living it up
Ain't really living at all
It's time to paint another picture make it vivid for y'all.
I put everything I have in this and nothing ever happened....
Let's reevaluate my need for rapping:
It started as a weapon, then became a mask
When I look into the future I can only see my past
I'd be lying through my teeth but the words would be biting back
So I get this like...anxiety when I try to write a track
And it's because I put too much in it
I put all of my trust in it
I still can't get enough of it and I must admit I think I lost the love of it.
You're just a tool in the hands of a builder
Instagram me a filter, I'm a family man hand me a realtor
My life story that I hand to you in written form
And when my son listens than he'll know who it was written for.
So this verse is for him and you...
Life's a mystery except for these hidden clues that I'm giving you
Living through every minute you get a few little interviews
And pick and choose from the bad times because there's been a few
Tell the truth like, I'm the one the been accused
Brand new tennis shoes I'm looking for the finish too
Yeah... Somedays I wonder if I wasted time
My high school diploma got replaced with making lines
Learn a lot patience when you learn to make a statement rhyme
Takes a lot of pavement just to maintain a stable spine
The angle I take is mine all this shit blasphemy
Someone spend some cash for me
And try to do it casually
I'll even push an ounce if need be
I can't leave rap alone cause the game needs me
So in counclusion, it's all just an illusion
Its always super effective I hurt myself in my confusion
Huh, you get what you give and I think I've given enough
And all these other rappers out here just 'living it up'.