[Verse 1]
The kid wakes up in the morning
The kid doesn't know what to do
The kid knows exactly that everything he does determines the mind of the crew
The kid got his head in the clouds
The kid wants to be flying high
The kid wants to be like all his favorite rappers though he can't just quite say why
The kid has ambitions that everyone can see
And he doesn't wanna hold them back
The kid has a room with a mic and a dream
Trying to go hard on every single track
The kid goes to college every single day
Doodling bullsh** with the pen in his hand
Headphones on every part of the way
Trying to keep the grey out of his head
[Verse 2]
The kid has plans, big plans in fact
Tryna go a little further with the songs he wrecked
And he won't stay still until he stands correct
Doing eight different styles on a four-track
Giving double the effort that he knows he should
Trying to get out of stupid-a** neighbourhood
Putting eight beats in a two step, what's good?
Noone really cares, cause he feels so good
[Verse 3]
Like damn, The kid goes on
Working and working and doesn't know what is wrong
Doesn't notice that his family was never that strong
Cause the music makes him feel that this is where he belongs
Writing track after track and song after song
Day after day, the strains come on
His friends stopped calling him long ago
His eyes are plastered to the stereo
The kid hasn't lived a life that is worth telling yet
But he did a lot of things that he always regrets
Staying up too late, screw the rest
He wants to craft something that noone forgets
But he doesn't just know how
And he doesn't just know why
Put your arms down, throw nothing in the sky