the message

, never pressed for no religion but had a gun pressed to my temple, life is just a journey but feel more like an adventure, if i learned a thing it's that i'm still getting better, prime is around the corner in a circle on the treadmill, used to want a grammy but the views are still impressive, if the truth is then and go don't want that validation, trophies on our wall remind us we can't take vacations, blinded by the lights that flicker our imaginations, i just want a painted picture you can mount to show your babies, don't listen to the words, grasp what he was facing, the tone inside his voice when he was losing all his patience, if life is doctored up i want to be more than a patient, 'cause that girl can be a bitch, jaded green, not caucasian, got love for every color, and these colors, they blendin', pocket full of time, think it's time that we spend it, think you got a vibe that keep my phone so dependent, i hate the fact that we can text but you don't get the message, yeah, used to be jealous all my friends were jealous of me, just had a knack for finding net inside the bucket, i don't follow not a person, i only follow through, but if we find each other when it's dark, i'd hope to follow you, so unapologetic, make the most of what i'm given, these walls weren't built to fall and i'm not here to stand for nothing, when papa had to go, i thought that's fine, i'm coming too, i mean with what you've done for me, it's only right i'm there for you, guess life just doesn't pan out, hands on but no handouts, man up be the man now, make a plan make, let them play it out, like a forest needs every single tree there's a person there losing oxygen, probably right here, right inside the room where the elephant where hope exists, had some people that wanted to phase me out, remember elephants don't forget, plenty reasons i should end the call but kinda fascinated, what they say next?, and i ain't wasting time with no loose ends, humor god if he made them, be i shoot the shit when that shit miss, i'm lebron james, and it's game six, so, and i've been lost for a second, i'm the subject of lesson, my momma raised me to talk, but i don't talk over my momma, and i hate drugs bae, but like them more than depression, life been fucking me and only letting me cum if you're second, yeah, fuck your first impression, ego need a sandwich, that shit hungry for attention, you can have my twitter i don't care to look impressive, plus the cost to be myself is looking pretty damn expensive, yeah, i can't express how much i don't care, you should worry more about the shit that people don't share, see it in your eyes, your shoulder got the co-stare, are you really surprised a young white rapper got his moment, see you should reconsider, only throw these no-hitters, swinging for these fences on a field that won't forget us, guess that i'm my worst critic measure distance and commodity, it's looking like forevers in the god that's right inside of me, so, hello cyrus, this is your grandma gatewood. just wondering how you were doing. i called your mom and she didn't call back yet so i just thought i would try you. i hope i got the right number