(Verse 1)
This is my story, this is my song/
If you feel it, yo sing along/
A product of my father’s rage/
And my mother’s disappointment/
From the city where I was raised/
To the pain that has no ointment/
From these mental disabilities/
To pressured responsibilities/
From a decade of injustice/
Of destruction, and corruption/
Young teens addicted to substance after substance/
Feeling like god ain’t amongst us/
10 years pass by/
And my head’s still high/
Knocked down a couple times but I’m still in the fight/
Tryna free my mind day and night/
All alone, that’s how I pushed through/
And those are my only child blues/
Surrounded by friends and yеt I still feel alone/
I got five sensеs that take control of my dome/
These types of lines are those that touch deep in your heart/
The style ain’t visual, but this sound is like art/
I scent a sense in me of insecurity/
That leaves a certain bad taste of obscurity/
What I see through my eyes is all real/
I be cracking many jokes cuz that’s how life feels/
So I resort a journal of rhymes/
Jotting my autobiography in every line/
And maybe I’ll reach heights telling this life of mine/
So I’m just hoping that I can blow up in time/

(Hook)
This is The Book Of Mos, open up, page one/
These are Words from The King Of The Young And Dumb/
So take a look inside and see what you’ll find/
You’d commit suicide tryna read my mind/

(Verse 2)
And I got big dreams in this nightmare of a life/
Feeling like I’m drowning with all these dips and dives/
Daily thoughts on my mind if imma live or die/
Cuz life is like a trip with no brakes on the ride/
Let my mind take the wheel, but then it whooped my ass/
Growing old way too fast/
It’s like a foot planted on the gas/
Don’t know how long I’ll last/
Or if I’ll even pass/
And I been letting go of the past/
But it feels like the future is way scarier/
Walls in my room feel like more than just barriers/
I fear what’s in the exterior/
And hate what’s in the interior/
I’m always in the ring with my thoughts/
Won and lost, back and forth, in every round I fought/
Mexican standoff with my mind, keep missing shots/
But if I start to slipping, then I might get caught/
Questioning my psychology/
With my ghetto terminology/
Speech soundwaves played through technology/
Keeping my faith with lessons from Deuteronomy/
And thinking bout what I’m tryna be/
Honestly/
When I be consciously
Spitting all honesty/
It’s just like therapy/
No need to choose my words carefully/
Just letting it all out/
Dropping rhyme bombs until the fallout/
I walk through the streets and see people that can’t cope/
With no hope/
A city with no idea of what’s better/
All I want is to lift you up with my letters/
Listen to me, this is only the beginning/
The war’s barely started, but soon we’ll start winning/
The war’s barely started, but soon we’ll start winning
(Hook x2)
This is The Book Of Mos, open up, page one/
These are Words from The King Of The Young And Dumb/
So take a look inside and see what you’ll find/
You’d commit suicide tryna read my mind/