Room for Improvement

Rapping for the hell of it again
Safe to ay that I don't give a fuck
Like the boy been celibate again
Rapping for the hell of it again
They talking about who's relevant again

What I look like?
Being compared to people scared to live out their real life/
So they write out a character, a heel type
And act it out real nice?
All is fair if you're tryna get a deal right?

Approaching 30, got less time for the BS
And tryna figure out who of you I'm still cool with
Using this energy to power all my movements
Coz if you're gonna do shit, then just do shit

Don't get me wrong, still plenty room for improvement
All I'm saying, there less room for assuming
So if we're not business call zooming, or fruity looping and getting thoughts congruent
What are we doing

Thinking deeply and searching my mind for clarity
And when I find it, I'm giving it out like charity
Pressure makes diamonds, I'm used to all the severity/
This balancing act requires all my dexterity

Mom retired now she looks to me to the the man
And I'm still feeling like a kid like Peter Pan
Life is crazy, how they look to me when they need a hand
And I'm tryna find a median

Pressures of a young man, weigh me down
Got a million different thoughts when I lay me down
As kid, only stress was to get wavy down/
I used to stress bout opinion but it's gravy now

Learn the true meaning of your value
Just triple whatever figure they tell, then add tax
They always give me credit for the real raps
Well if this real, then what you call that

In this world full of fakes like some holograms
Spit from the gut giving life, check the sonogram
Feeling like this game is no place for an honest man
Feeling like a race there's no rest for the running man

Blowing steam like a burned out exhaust
What a team, it's just me and my thoughts
Counting gains by the things that we that lost
True peace seems cheap but it came at a cost

Every confrontation with my Bible feels forced
So the devil plays games with idlest thoughts
But I still keep praying of course
For my sins, conveying remorse

Back when I was telling my mother
Wouldn't reach 25, young nigga contemplated suicide
Fast forward all these years, now I'm writing rap feeling too alive
If I can do it, you can do it too, you decide