2wenty4 Video (MV)

I've been a poet since birth
It's been a blessing and curse
If you didn't know it at first
Life? I think you should know it gets worse
Before it gets better
Eye on the hearse
Death always watching me too
So whenever I hope in the booth
Can't nothing be stopping my truth
Not like these others who
Sign to A label
I'm born to be me, masucka's aint designed for your fables
Cars, fame, bitches, riches, i aint able,
To listen to the same ass lame ass shit
My soul aint for sale, and this body aint mine
Dirt to dirt,n all i got is the mind
The mind ain't a thing but a thing with no things
The mind is a king if it sings with no strings attached
I don't care whatchu might think o that
Defense mechanisms built up
As an adolescent I was still tough
At 22 I broke down
24 thought I'm woke now
At 26 got plenty lit
At 30 my homie, man he split
His death hit me like plenty more
I Say God's name like 24
2wenty4 Monday to Sunday yah
Back around hit the ground near Bombay yah
Never knew that one day, I'd be lettin me go
Everybody gonna make it there some day yeah
See how far I made it
Reincarnated
Now I ride a Honda VFR painted
Matte black, with a backpack full a books liquor something ayurvedic
If my car made it my bike will got tight skills like Mike will made it
Yet I still hate it, good jeans but I'm still faded, not ill fated, bill still paid in full
I can't take no credit I just play my f*ckin role
Success, we got different definitions
Yours inefficient, mine a condition
Revolutionary minus a petition
I could wake a nation with my occupation
Better be opening doors
Better than hoping the force is with you
Jedi mind
Literally I'm Illiterate cuz i litter the these letters all over the place
All the time
2wenty4 Monday to Sunday yah
Back around hit the ground near Bombay yah
Never knew that one day, I'd be lettin me go
Everybody gonna make it there some day yeah
Time is essential
Art is original I use a pencil
I know in the industry some use a stencil
Cookie cutter ass, rookie got a pass,
Ask em summin real look he's gonna stutter back,
Faking shit like he from the gutter trash
But that's what the industries selling fast so
He'll just assimilate others rappers
Shows over, all false prophets must fall,
Bull doze'em
Devils gonna give ya Cold shoulder after your deals done
Imma old soul
Used to be full of rage
Used to be kept in cage
Then it just lept onto the page
They lemme step on the stage
N Now we just celebrate, pretty much
2wenty4 Monday to Sunday yah
Back around hit the ground near Bombay yah
Never knew that one day, I'd be lettin me go
Everybody gonna make it there some day yeah