It's Such A Small Place, Not Much

Finally Here, Imma Star With The Timing. My Swagger Is Chill And My Flow Is Reclining.

I Wish That We Lived In A Time And A Generation Where People Would Stop Viewing My Honesty As Overly Emotional. People Always Act Like I Spend My Life Crying In A Dark Room. I Don't, I'm Good. I'm A Man. I Want To Be Remembered As An Artist That Gave You A Piece Of Me, As Opposed To Some Surface Bullshit. I Don't Think People Realize That We Die, We Leave Here, And Either They Forget About You Or Remember You. And How They Remember You Is Up To You. I Just Want To Be Remembered As A Poet That Was Open And Honest Because I Wake Up Every Morning And I'm Me.

I'm Still Fly, I'm Sky High And I Dare Anybody To Try And Cut My Wings

You Can't Say You're Happy Either. You Don't Even Smile For Me.

Until You Find Yourself, It's Impossible To Lose You