To Myself, I Love You

If I get to hate myself I engage
Counting all my flaws, write my thoughts up in a page
The resentment that i built up all my life
Prali bless me with the skills given on the mic
The anger and the sorrow that I wish I never felt
Gave me path to follow as i bottled up my shit
See a cold demeanor when i looked back in the mirror
Others saw me cleaner I could not see any clearer
That life is just a game and that my face is just a mask
Everything is pain and that nothing ever last
Life is just a game and that my face is just a mask
Everything is pain and that nothing ever last
I’m like the new Hov
With the money for a therapist
Brown skin rapper pretty funny for a terrorist
I’m better than white people cuz all of them on heroine
But my old self all I gotta be better than

All I gotta be better than [4X]

So yeah that’s where I get my low confidence from
From the food that i eat that make me smell like a skunk
Its the clothes that i wear that make me look like a punk
Its the things that i have that make me know what i want
Its the things that i don't that make me miss what i had
I’m like the old Hov pouring over the stove
No, I'm not a bum but I please bum a stoge
Ain’t buzzed yet and the night is chilly
I think I'm just starting to like this city, get this city
Outer borough Queens things get so shitty
From queens boulevard to Madison Ave
Still stay the flyest with the highest of gab
Still write the poems put my heart on the page
Every 15 years another coming of age
Gotta make this one count cuz I’m counting my days
That's my past smile as a mask for my pain
That’s big baby gandhi when they ask me my name