POV

[Verse 1: Nino Bless]

Living this life fully driven by limited seeming delightful
Price goods, the unseen's more insightful
Women are spiteful, frienemies in sight despise you
Unless success arises, then in like minutes they wanna be like you
Yeah the plot thickened this waste i let go slimmed it down didn't it?
Still they say I sound inconsiderate
Bounded by bitterness, how? I relish every little cynical critic
Breaking me down right now cause at least you're hearing this
So how I'm thinking is, I'll try and describe
I got more fans than Emily Dickinson did while alive
That's perspective, I can't neglect it
Van Gogh would've cut his other ear off to get half of this reception
You hear that, that's a blessing so don't pray for me
Nah, i got enough faith in me
My city don't believe cause our leaders are idiots in this scene
Rather hug the sillest trends than mold their own idiosyncrasies
What, fuck ya problems go blog about it
Started from the bottom and still crawling out of this bottle but it's kinda crowded
And my wave's too real, thats just how I feel
Fuck changing rap, we changing the route of God's will
Brooklyn!

[Hook: Hemi]

Let me put it in perspective, I know you hear me through your speakers
And y'all was sleeping on me, which is ironic
Because I started as a dreamer
So let me put it in perspective, now that the world's listening
Even if I die right now I'd resurrect then I'll do this shit again

[Verse 2: Sha Stimuli]

Once upon a time there was a boy who died
If you like happy endings well then let me please rewind
When he was 9 he fell in love it's like his mind was bent on drugs
But not the kind that you would define as something malign to mess him up
It wasn't MDMA or LSD, but on TV Run-DMC
And an NWA EP and an LP from PE and EPMD
And he spazzed out, his homeboys they cashed out, he prayed for 'em
They made bucks, they sold nicks and he had dreams to play for 'em
Not drug deals, the ball teams, that was too fast? I'll wait for you
He didn't grow to be 6'8" so his mixtapes he stayed on
He got older he strayed off and when Funk Flex would play all of them
Dumb songs we sung along but hoped that they would fade off
And he lost passion, his heart shattered apart after these hard rappers
With long cash would fall fast and wear broad fashions like bra catchers
And he started feeling hatred in his blood
The 9-year-old had so much soul but couldn't make it in the club
And he blames Diddy for thieving and Biggie for leaving
My city for squeezing life out it's like a different region
The little kid in me would spit for a reason, now he's spitting and bleeding
And coughing up it's like he listens to Weezy
Everyday, anyway I can sift through the demons
And save that same young boy that had the biggest of dreams
But he's gone, I hope he's resting in peace cause I just put rest to the beast
But don't wake him up cause you know death comes in threes
Brooklyn

[Hook]