[Verse One: Franklyn]
I think I’ll keep the intro introspective
I’m introverted and I’ve been working on the gift I’m blessed with
I’m sick for certain
Pause, of course, I’m more than a bit infected
I spit with purpose
My words are worthless if they are not reflective
Of the life I’m leading
And that’s the reason why in the frightening evening
I be ducking and diving and fighting demons
Scheming and writing feelings
That my mind’s concealing
And I be scribbling down to the sound of sirens sweeping
If my mind achieves it
Then I just know that I might achiеve it
If I’m not cold then I’m likely freezing
I’m seeking
For answеrs to questions I don’’t even know yet
I’m partially blessed and I par with the best and I get more hope when I’m hopeless
And I cope with my own stress
My heart is cold, it’s a nasty process
Writing these bars in protest
To all the sickening views when I gaze around
And I be sick and improving, I lays it down
And I’m delivering news like a paper round
And I be bringing it through with a crazy sound
Just tryna bring change about
[Chorus: Franklyn]
It’s introspective
Introversion
I've been selected
I spit with purpose

It’s introspective
Introversion
I've been selected
I spit with purpose

It’s introspective
Introversion
I've been selected
I spit with purpose

It’s introspective
Introversion
I've been selected
I spit with purpose

[Verse Two: Franklyn]
Just tryna bring change about
That thought’s been stuck on my mind
Can’t take it out
I need to regain all my faith; I’m afraid
I remain in doubt
I need to remember who reigns every time that I face a drought
And when you playy this, blaze it loud
This ain’t basic, I’m educated
Man I should rock stages in my graduation gown
I can’t be faking smiles, wasting days as I laze around
Like these major clowns
Who are tryna make it out as if they aim gauges of AKs
And they’re spraying rounds
But setting that aside, I remain devout
Mean every letter that I write, won’t waste a vowel
You know I keep my flow tight like tapered trousers
And I’m tryna rise how like council houses
Testing me ain’t wise, like tryna have bouts with bouncers
I’m vicious and wild
I’m messing; I’m thinking aloud
In all of these lyrics I’m scribbling down, I guess I just figure things out
The words that I speak are like tears from an in innocent child
They make you feel something
I don’t want to live in denial
I’m searching for that real substance
Some people are still fronting
[Chorus: Franklyn]
It’s introspective
Introversion
I've been selected
I spit with purpose

It’s introspective
Introversion
I've been selected
I spit with purpose

It’s introspective
Introversion
I've been selected
I spit with purpose

It’s introspective
Introversion
I've been selected
I spit with purpose

It’s introspective