I see too many evils.
I'm honest and I'm humble 'cos I'm working for my people.
Hesitation with decisions have you reminiscing.
I'm vulnerable and pensive, but never distant.
I'm someone that you gotta mention.
I'm Scorsese like you never missed it.
We keep it tight like we using philips.
A constant battle with my city like I'm Doc Rivers.
I know my circle full of bread winners.
It's outrageous, my block people hustle out in bodegas.
They looking for this money 'cos there's no savings.
No homes, no blankets.
I been on the road feeling quite gracious.
'Cos I don't need a savior.
I need a blunt and a paid vacation.
I'm talking food in the fridge when it's vacant.
There's nothing you could tell me.
I'm plotting on this come up like I'm proud and wealthy.
Visions of my past keep me sane and healthy.
Cycles of my sorrow follow through my service.
The type of person that could tell you if it's really worth it.
My mother used to say, 'no pictures perfect'.
Was she for certain?
Or was I blinded by the world and it's dirty curtains?
Or am I forced to live through poverty and try to earn it?
I really wanna burn it, so you could see me.
I never needed pity, from section 8 committees.
I rather starve and stay broke, I'm tagging up a Denny's.
You wanna talk about how I been living.
I lived a life at 24 and never been forgiven.
A game of 21, I'm probably playing through a scrimmage.
They wanna try and fit in my description.
Wish you could see me through a blurry image.