Miss Me

I found myself in Chicago
I’ll go to every city
I hope that Denver you miss me
I hope that Cleveland do miss
I hope that Boston still
I hope that Cali still
I hope that Jersey you miss me
I hope that Jersey you

I grabbed my backpack and Atlas
Atlanta wrapped me with mantras and madness
I dabble with shrooms and acid
Matador most of problems
Battlefield mind is just rapid
With thoughts and imagine
Of me not following dreams and traveling
Where do I go?
Who do I meet?
Where I do plant feet?
I cried in my hotel room with feelings of defeat
Met little ol me
Just guided by purpose
I know I’m not perfect
They tried project they insecurities
Reflect they immaturity
I respect that you couldn’t do but me
Do it scared
Do it broke
Go alone
Trying again go back home try again
Learn some more fail a lot
Calculate the money spent
I hate when I’m wrong
But I write my wrong and make amends

I found myself in New York
I’ll go to every city
I hope that D.C you miss me
I hope that Baltimore miss me
I hope Philly still
I hope Seattle still
I hope that Jersey you miss me
I hope that Jersey still

Fear of abandonment
A Fear of mishandling
Fearing of failing or leaving my family
A price that my heart is not standing with
I cried on the way to the plane to car to the hotel
Just hoping that everything goes well
But I know what’s destined if fear is controlling my life the shadows and whispers word to Nicholas Caldwell
The best goes on I spread my wings I must perform
This what we’ve been waiting for
This what we’ve been saving for
This what we’ve been dreaming of
Why the fuck do you feel like you ain’t enough?
Like you deserve more than growing damn near poor
Whole life struggling just ain’t for us
But back to the dorm and sleeping on Lana couch for the open mics at Stockton
To pocketing 25 hundred to lecture to them
So this not an option
I’m counting my profits just like I’m counting my loss
Why niggas thinking shit too easy
Like this a hobby
Like we ain’t ever loss shit?
But you lost your mind and you off shit if I’ma quit after this
That’s my craft
Or that my ass but I know abandon the ship
But had mfers turn they backs on me when shit wasn’t looking to sweet
I tried to come with a team
I learned my lesson
They on read
Niggas metaphored to leech
And I peeped it