Old Soul

I'm stone cold
A young man with an old soul
Who poems glow
When I write em down in my phones notes
Mind you I write shit down
With the brightness down
Make music for grown folks
Not folks who growing slow
Although progress is progress keep showing growth
Me and my girl aspire to own homes
In white neighborhoods
So you know our paper good
And that's a fucked up bar
Cuz that the world thus far
Recently
I been Talking music with a couple people who believe in me
And im not quite sure what they see in me
They say that I can blow I just hope it happens speedily
Because this music isn't feeding me
Or putting cable on my tv screen
And it's all I really wanna do
But my rents past due
And I don't really wanna move
Still can't push away my passion
Turn my body into ashes
And I'll rise like a Phoenix
Believe it it'll happen
It's a reason I keep rapping
Ain't no slowing got no traction
Hopefully one day
Won't be riding the one train
Playing Tetris on the subway
On my way to a job that I don't really wanna work
Do these bitches really wanna twerk
Is that what y'all aspire to do
Who's inspiring you
Get in my violent moods
And start Wilding too
After the fire is through
I calm down play some jazz for a while to sooth
I hear the trumpets and the drums and the violins too
That's when my smile eludes
And my mind escapes
See I'm good at being good now I'm tryna be great
Write 16 16's and do a record a day
Dedication is an incredible trait
They imitate I educate
They suffocate I ventilate
Could never dictate how I accelerate
So with ever breath I celebrate