(Intro)
18 years, I didn't wanna be that kind of guy
Who would compromise his dreams, and set his heart aside
It's hard despite that everything I wanna do is planned out
I stand out, so don't put me in a box when I start to rhyme
The game is sick, I'm the cure, providing medicine
A penicillin shot, or a couple boxes of Ritalin
Forever I'm a spit beyond my mucus, when I do this
What its worth
You know I been a king since birth
Been a king since birth
April 21st
Cause I'm clever with the words, through the lyrics I disperse
Been a king since birth
April 21st
(Bridge)
Automatically made it, while these n***as fabricated
Just cinematically painted, all they anatomy's blank cause
They ain't no guts, no balls, I was born with 2 sets
I flaunt them where I go cause I'm just a confused kid
Who abused privileges that were given me by the world
And if I die, drink some Hennessey in my memory girl
Forever I'll be better when I'm spitting verse after verse after verse after verse
I'm diverse, A king on April 21st
(Verse)
9 months prior, both my parents got naked in bed
I bet they didn't that they were making the best
And now my holy music eradicating Satan's impatience to send us to hell
Still ejaculating, making her wet
I remember the first time that I ever got my dick s**ed
Or the first time I seen a girl open her legs up at strip clubs
It made me feel ashamed, I seriously felt the pain
Of a woman degrading herself chasing lust, money and fame
And then it hit me, and I realized that I'm doing the same
Talking bout money, d** and other sh** to poison your brains
I guess it only makes sense cause I also poison my veins
I get the kiss of d**h from a cigarette, and I slowly inhale
I guess that's why I'm in hell, mind behind bars I'm in jail
I try to hide inside all the crazy thoughts that I entail
I apologize for all the lies and distancing myself
I need a break away to ease the pain or maybe I need help
But now I'm probably the realest to ever pick up a microphone
If it wasn't for Eminem I probably would've had the throne
Speaking of Eminem, his thoughts are honest
Cause I'm trying to see the Headlights, but I'm busy Cleaning Out My Closet
I still hold grudges, still feel angry inside
Of all the backstabbers and all the b**hes who broke my heart
And now I find it kinda hard, to not drop tears when I'm alone
Cause I'm alone, all I got is family, god, ciggs, and all these songs
Will I ever make it?, will ever I be famous?
Will I have ever have 50,000 fans screaming my name
In a stadium or will I forever remain in the state I'm in?
Writing songs and recording them every day for the sake of it
Parents see me writing told me stop with this please
Focus on your schoolwork, and stop dropping to C's
Then I recorded my first song, played it to both of them
And I saw they proud smile, they told me follow your dreams
And now people want to know my opinions on politics
It's all a big game on a big scale, when will we stop this sh**
Police with guns k**ing daughters and sons
In the name of democracy for the sake of hypocrisy
There's got to be a bigger plan that we don't understand
I ain't afraid to die anymore, so I put up my hands
I ain't doing nothing, just my freedom that I'm trying to get
If I have to live and hide the truth, I'd rather die instead
No bias, but I believe that I'm the best one to rhyme
My career like a ladder I'll take it one step at a time
And If I make it, I hope you don't judge me and tell me I've changed
Cause I promise I'll always be me, I'll always be the same
I'll always be shy and sensitive when I'm dealing with people
I'll always be up to play some soccer or a game of Fifa
I'll always tell the truth, no matter how much I find it hard
And most importantly, I'll always rely on god
They say mc(2) equals e, I don't mean no pun
But we all know that mc(2) is 441
Smelling like cigarettes and common sense
But if it came down to the choice, I'd pick nicotine over oxygen
I smoke a pack a day, and that's the bare minimum
I'll probably die young, but tell me what's the point of living then
Stressful having talent and not knowing what to do with it
Like am I good enough to ever be part of the music biz
Or will my songs just be a phase of all my younger ways
Reflecting on all the crazy sh** I did in my younger days
I won't lie, sometimes I had suicidal thoughts
Cause if I don't do what I love, then why the f** am I alive
But I can't leave it behind, can't leave my dad and my mom
And through the microphone, I'll try getting in touch with god
God…please answer my prayers at night
Please tell me you hear me, please tell me that I'm living right
Tell me you love me, and what I'm doing is worth something
Cause when I die, I finally wanna be worth something
I hope the people remember me
Remember my face, my smile, and all the memories
At the end of the day, when god takes me away…from the earth
It's not about a hot bar or a verse…
It's more about the people I touch when I converse
And god knows I've been a king since birth
So if you'll take me, I got a last wish ‘fore I'm in the hearse
That the people remember the n***a born on April 21st