[Verse 1: Crispy]
A teenage lyricist
Stuck in the abyss
Tryna make my mark on this earth before I cease to exsist
A toast to the pessimists
Who told me I'd become a hit and miss
Now you can kiss my sh**
I'm bigger then your worthless hits
As I add you to my list of spineless knockout kicks
Hoping I can maintain a decent life and evade this cashed up strife
Cause if monies the root of all evil
Why do churches beg there people to leave evil before leaving the steeple
Even Some of my friends are proving deceitful like Evel Kenievel
Always Chasing Grant & Jacksons
Nobody's getting paid cause you downloaded the action
And as you try to Gaffle my rhymes, I feel baffled at times
What the f** is he doing?! Tryna steal my lines?!
My Crispy rhyming sk**s will take your mind off pills
Though Ill pop an X, to enhance the cess that opens my chest, These medical debts don't help to keep my head in check, Can't even have s** when my knee is a wreck
But I understand now that the pressure motivates
And if I cave in now miss I'll miss the golden gates
A lifetime of burning desire
Fire in my belly to inspire and let these kids listening to my sh** get tonnes higher
Cause life ain't hieroglyphics
Just a pinch of metaphysics, For your mind, As you find the sudden drive, To make a difference in your life