[Verse 1]
I’m a nervous and confused little boy
Overworked from what I’m working to avoid
What is not besides the point?
Is it ego that sometimes I don’t control?
And the wounded child inside me
That sometimes I don’t console
Though I’m grateful, there are times
When I forget that things are great
Thought I’m loving, when I’m reeling
You may find me feeling hate
My great uncles and great aunts
Would do a dance to make it rain
Though I’ll end up getting paid
This is a play that’ll make it plain

[Verse 2]
Yo let me see, I’m obsessed with being the best that I can be
And I’m just about as funky as a monkey in that tree
Yo I’m just about as funky as a junkie feeling jumpy
Any oatmeal daily weekly monthly, be it smooth or lumpy
I don’t make decisions based on what will happen or will not
Cos acting like I know would only show that I forgot
Remembering that I’m subject to the forces that are God’s
Keeps me constantly receiving even should you think me odd
[Verse 3]
I’m not being dark but till the day that I’ve departed
Right up till I rest I’m on the quest to get it started
Shouts to anybody tryna shed a heavy harness
Sometimes being an artist leaves you feeling heavy-hearted
I’m not tryna cake up, I just wake up and be rappin’
By the force of habit, I don’t know, it’s gonna happen
Mostly I be thinking don’t be drinking, don’t be yacking
I’m not tryna hear what’s on your hip, yo quit your yapping
I ain’t never asked to be the nicest on the planet
Just because I am, don’t think I’m taking it for granted
Branded cos I’m different but that doesn’t leave me stranded
Currently my district is specific to Atlantic
When I get the call I get it popping on the double
Trust me I be rocking like I’m Fred and Barney Rubble
There is not a rapper who’s equipped for starting trouble
Homies if you [?] see me with the Hubble
No one in the know is gonna claim I’m talking wreckless
I’m so hungry, way beyond just dinner lunch & breakfast
Now I’m tryna figure out what’ll trigger my defences
Sorry for before in my career when I was sexist
‘Fore initiation you might think that I’m a wacko
Lose your reservations and you’ll see that I’m a capo
You are nothing less, there’s nothing left for me to tackle
But trying to regurgitate the tree of knowledge apple