[Pop's Voicemails]
Aye Jared , que paso hijo , te estamos esperando. Puedo contar contigo?
Necesito salir hijo, apurate por favor

Que onda Jared, vas ha hacer otra vez las mismas pinches mamadas de dejarte denigrar por pendejos wey. Cuando escuches este mensaje llamame pa tras okay?

Aye Jared, donde y con quien hijo de su puta madre estas cabron, contesta wey que estamos preocupados por ti pendejo

Jared, no seas gacho hijo, por favor contestame, por favor. Okay?

[Verse]
Contradicting flaws and features
The enigma ,of my demeanor
I plan to solve and answer
The dilemma ,of the dreamer
To go deeper in rabbit holes
Or drop it , not get in between that
Cause the grass, that grew in, my field
Of awareness, always seemed so greener

Until I felt
An eager
Ego-tistical
Mystical
Fist to wall
Thirst to know
What, cursed us all
To hurt our our souls
And bleed out
And once I do
Be ,a Redeemer
And learn what Osho, Buddha
Lao Tzu and Yeshua knew
And use that Truth
To change my view
Make tunes
Fightin for freedom
Fightin demon's
Feedin off the fear
To,fully forgive em
For givin "hideous , hidden
,incisions, in the back
, as bad, decisions
When I was faded
Addicted ,and afflicted
, with a split in, my jaded
Inflated , fake self, that I , hated
Tried, to escape it
But they, invaded
My,sedated, cognition
Insisitin that my ,disposition
To listen , to wisdom , and live it
Was reason ,enough for livid ,Dim witted
Spirits to Send hitters
, to stiffen, and get rid of me

Putting me
In a position , to intervene
With ,the mission
To feel the beat
And fill, the blanks
With real ,shit to speak"
Typa, vibe

A straight up, sacrifice
To reach higher heights
For a harder fall , from despite
It's hard to fold, what I write
Like I used do with notes
Back in High ,School
Where I tried to
Make blind moves
Following idols
Seekin survival
Friends turned to rivals
Balls turned to rifles
Calls into set ups
Speaker on
, to frame the way ,I move
That he say ,she say bullshit
And I just felt, lied to
Puttin bugs in ears
Of what I do
Instigatin
Shouldn't move with player hatin
Snakes , so it's my fault
And that dark cloud
Followed me , everywhere I'd go
I know....
And I didn't want that vibe
I've never been, about that life
I Never claimed ,with pride to ride
And die , for those kinda ties
Made ,a paradigm
,fully aligned
With the kind of, kind
Effect In time
I want to, leave behind
Until then, we gon have to grind
I've polished the craft, the knife
And mind, to not work 9 to 5s and
If the limit, is the sky
I can't ,and won't stop flying
Cause there's ,unlimited possibilities
To shine,and help around
And Im commited to this
A livin the limitless, potential of my sound
So now....


Go sharpen the skill
We seek ,to quench
The thirst , for, true life
Through that
,which has appeal
And at the ,same time
Contribute, to life
, all while , It pays, the bills
And not , knowing how , to go
About it , and settle, for the
Short end , of these deals
Kills
Us deep inside
And not ,to mention
All while movin' through the field
While we battle, all these tensions
Between compassion for others
And havin' selfish ,bad intentions
Manouver through the noise
Static and fashion, that be trending
To be reckless ,mindless, heartless
And to just , not give a fuck
Until what,we wish on others
Comes back to, affect ,the ones we love
I've been down
I've been up
I've been right
I've been wrong
Ive been fly
I've been stuck
I've been divine
I've been corrupt

I've been high
I've been munchies satisfied
, and not too proud about
Stoopin low at times
Cause I've been hungry ,all my life
I've been this way
I've been in love
I've been betrayed
Been set up
By people I forgave, the same day
They tried ,to fuck me up
And over
Its over
But it's not too late
Now, all I ask
Is for them,just to stay away
People that have prayed
For the day, that I lose my way
I still ,meditate
For their, peace
Out of hope
And out of faith
Out of love &
Out of Hate
Out of wrath &
Out of pain
Out for gain
For more ,of the same
You know what I'm saying?

Sometimes, after something
Different ,but it don't change
In this game of life it's the
Same mission, ona different day
The cravin ,for ,tasting, and gainin, sum novelty
Livin in, Pleasure Paradise, in Pain and Poverty
Cause I have , Family and Soul
But no ,private property
Run around, actin a fool
I feel ,the weight, on top of me
Out for Redemption
Ina fork road, before,its possibly
Too late , to give em heaven
Disguised as hell , sloppily
This that sloppy
, probably
What you needed
At the time it came
I peep , and hope they'll change ,like I did
They recognize, I'm not the same
To me, everything is game
But Why would I sell it, for fame?
Telling what I know, what I've done
What I've felt and , what I've seen
In the extra-ordinary ,dream
Like situations, that have been
Chapters ,in my life
Flashbacks, like
, Spielberg
Movie scenes
Leadin, to a destination
That God
Has planned out ,for me

I can't control ,or change the world
But I ,can change my way of being
And I can change ,my way of seeing
And I can, change the way I think
And I can change
And I will change
The essence ,that my presence brings
I can't control ,or change the world
But I can , change the way I live
And take control of how I think
I will control the way I live
And I will change the way I think
And flip the script , and give ,the gift
And I can still, keep movin forward
And leave behind, what I'll forgive

It serves no purpose, to dig up
The past, except to reminisce
I gotta keep on movin forward
And stay countin, how I'm blessed


& I can, do that
I mean , I will do that
I affirm
One letter , One word
Could change your world
And a new map
A new life, Like the snap
Of a finger ,Could just emerge
You think to kill , or take a life
Takes some nerve
What about givin birth
To the life ,you recognize
Deep down , in your heart , you deserve
Thinking that the problem
, is out there
When it's in her
It's in him ,it's in them
Listen here
Lets pretend
To not understand
And play dumb
To not ,know better
I see a scared lil child
In the, eyes, of a killer
I feel pain , and injustice
In the, heart , of liver

I see broken kids
Broken spirits
Broken parents
Broken mirrors
Broken marriage
Low ,percentage
Of any attempt of
Fixin, in us


Why our loved ones, gotta die
Till we recognize , The Lord's within us
Look at those ,that we despise
, as windows ,but never, as mirrors
We're all Cut ,from different cloths
,but-from-the, same hand, holding them scissors
Movin through life, learnin to be
And grow, to make, wiser decisions
In his eyes , and the forgiveness of his heart
Were all, imperfect sinners
And we'll keep ,letting him speak
And live, though us,until , we're all delivered

[Pops Voicemail]

Aye hijo, por que no me quieres contestar cocho?
Contestame por favor, dejarme saber como estas okay , ya no andes por las tardes , por favor hijo , dejame saber nada mas