Why the Stars Won’t Reach Us

[Verse]
I know somebody who's died
Or had a baby in every hood I've lived in
Nigga what a statistic
And for me to face the music and hardly beat it
You think I let my mind go right?
Think I give a fuck about rhyming nouns and words
Rather be growing up in time zones different than mine
Shit, niggas beyond grateful
I pressed on this line, shit don't leave me behind
Saw my thinking, was not tasteful
I'm grieving a lot now, time and friends have got shot down
You touch up my brother, you might end up fucking your family too
Tell you what family do
Hear that you investing your time with studies and still
Went past the dimе
This the type of thinking that leaving me not
Been worth it, shatter my mirror, that real nigga
Just be purpose, beam me up