Anzio - The mind of a teenage poet lyrics

Listen up you probably thinking this another song About my life that advertises all the sh** that's wrong But let me tell you how we all just a bunch of cattle Running around in a maze, yeah we someone's chattel I'd probably channel all my energy Not through propaganda see So take a gander at your deeds And tell me it ain't the system G I hope to change your mind So we never coincide With closed eyes Pa** by and meet me through your minds eye You know it's I Yall (You see a, token of gratitude Reason of always granting you Similar to what is pa**ed as truth Reanimated purpose of the youth) So I gotta hand it to ya Most of us can't even get past the fluid alright But that's how I feel Never have I had myself cut off the real See watchful eyes are never gonna be true Just hoping that you recognise my views That's how I do (uh) Greatness in the human mind I, he , she thinks more than usual The fruits of the mental can be so deceitful Are we aren't as equal? Can we say we all lethal? Let me tell you the prequel now You see way back then I never picked up this pen When all you n***as tried to pretend I was like (Whooooo) Man how bout a friend sh** Was either that or another deep end (But I got my self esteem I always wanted to redeem Was always broken like a seam It's seems my people ain't the same Man always searching for the fame But their eyes are cloudy grey Forgot about from where they came But they blind But who's to blame now?) Nobody but yourself But I'm hoping that your n***as above your mental health And if I tell all you n***as I've been there and back Suffering is in your mental I prove that in fact But if I had a chance to prove Never ever will you say that I'm the fool to fool But the person in the mirror can prove you true Word of mouth ain't nothing but a tool to use So I'm two years younger than 20 Who knew I'd tell you so plenty My mind is never too empty Everybody is expecting Hoping that you catch my drift f** Yall n***as who demine f** it all its obscene f** your glory It's my story Justification is all we asking Moving forward Never dormant Check yourself are you sorted? Am I alright? (Yeah sort of) And got time for your negativity But let me tell you This a mind of a teenage poet