Music is me, so when u see me is it music u see?
My broken memories of mis-souri is all on this sheet.

I often grieve, but I just lay back and come up with songs.
Take a breather cuz if I don’t then I might blow out my dome.

Though my song is to aleviate the stress that I feel.
Bless the ones who learn from it. It be stressin the real.

Lets reveal shit in my past time, see how was growin up.
The evil and the fast times, the fact of not slowin up.

What! The moment sucked and wasn’t easy to picture.
But was this how I grew up that made me mentally swifter.

Quicker, different in spirit, rhyme, body and mind.
My minds deep; my lyrics and my body is fine.

U’ll find me to be unorthodox, more than a lot.
But what if u could up in me such a glorious spot.

Lord can stop me but why would he;I’m his tool to beat beef.
U can see, but if u do its through the music of me.