My Joy

[Intro]
Yeah
Some real shit, yeah

[Verse]
Look, I swear to God I put my all into it
Every time I pick up that pencil I'm talkin' to it
So once you give me "Hell yeah" I gotta drive to the ring that you can't bear
With middle fingers in the air so I resemble Steve Austin to it
Searchin' for your Coke bottle
I can never call out of this job call, role model
Givin' people words of encouragement with my nervousness knowin' that real music is overlooked and I'm sure of it
I just hope it ain't permanent
Certainly think of mediocre when your CD over
Then I see the focus, got me more oppressed, squeegee roller
And every time I'm out, they wanna see me in a Rover
Plus they wanna see me win, but they don't want to see me closer than them
Unread messages, I got 1,047
I'm way too busy to respond to the overt agression
They mad at God for compensatin' you, secure your blessings
It's like they wanna see you smile but just for 30 seconds
I don't knock today's music but I'm wondering if my shit is harder to listen to
Every record spinnin', the shit be soundin' so typical
Nowadays the "it" thing is to be identical, brainwash is forgivable
And I ain't mad at y'all for gettin' ya money, really I'm not
Feed ya family, dog, but y'all just makin' my process a little difficult
Had to get the pain off my chest and give you the visual, [?]
'Member when I got pulled over 'cause my seat belt wasn't on
Plus I was textin' so that's more to put on
"I need ya license and put your registration along wit' it, I'll be back in a minute"
Damn, I'm in for a strong ticket
Now all I see is black, you already know where my eyes are
They come back and notice it's me and I wouldn't lie, y'all
Laugh a little, really the funniest moment by far
No ticket 'cause they was playin' me in the squad car
Starin' at the kid like the cover of Illmatic and even my doorways be soundin' a little classic
Broke down, but I feel hunger
'Cause even broken crayons still color, ask my little brother
Thinkin' when I had zero I could never clock out of my job, call Hero
'Cause ain't no time clock for a job that becomes destiny
The Lord'll never tell you when batteries so separately, realize it eventually
So look at what I brought here
I ain't come to play like a nigga without his sportswear
Keep the shit in line 'cause people wanna play four square
Lookin' for a story like grandpa bringing his porch chair, yeah
I been bobbin' 'cause I'm more rare
Shit ain't nothin' new like a woman that's used to short hair, yeah
Blood, sweat, and tears all year
Cry so hard, migraines gave me reasons for more tears
I feel unsuccessful
People talk the most about nothing they got control of
It ain't no rocket science and it's yo' love
We pay attention to a nobody, nobody we even know of
Actin' like it's nothin' special we don't got a hold of
I can never call out of this job when it's people that's tryna get a job within my job
I can never call out of this job, no suprise, knowin' that my music is really keepin' people alive, yeah