(Verse)
Comin' off my last tape
Yeah, it was kinda straight
I'm my biggest critic though, I know I want a higher grade
Dope for the dopeless
That's what I strive for
On your journey keep on walking
Like a pitcher threw ball four
Impact is my reward, heart will always be poured
Blessed are the poor in spirit, heaven is their reward
They ain't trying to hear that though
They want dough and simple hoes
But then they go and reference God
Wait, them things is juxtaposed?!
Let that vocab seep in
Welcome to the deep end
Trying to reach the ma**es but I hate public speaking
I'm just on another wave, rhyming in my Batcave
Truth can hit you hard and really sting you like some aftershave
All these voices in my head
I know one is the Holy Spirit
Spiritual foundation, I can thank Mommy & Daddy dearest
Feel this good kid's hunger I sit 'n I wonder
Will I be a person who is gotten after they are 6 feet under?
Saying that I'm corny but
Who's she gonna be calling for?
When she's tired of the losers she'll be running to my front door
But I ain't on that anymore
Superman needs Lois Lane
Not strong head game
But a dime that keeps him sane
Even though I'm crazy, could I trust you to remain?
Even if we never reach the point of buying our own private plane?
Welcome back one and all
About to slay once again
When you listen to this tape
Just know this is Isaiah James!