Ascension begins with a small poem
Those who fly high, man you don’t really know em

The high rollers, ain’t the highest of em all
Like late summer they’re all destined to fall

Ambition and talent, an in flight cocktail
Feminist boy cause there's no checks in the mail

Started from money, but I'm ending without
Straight from cali, my pockets in harsh drought

But I’m still set, still big, still made
Brown chicken coop, man that’s how we all raised

A Comp Sci major with secondary flavor
Like I’m top Ramen or topping Ralph Nader

No struggle, Solid hull, but no hardships
Rap games constipated, people go through hard shits

No complaints dribbling out of these rich boy lips
My parents gave me the jet fuel for my rocketship

*chorus*

As we get lost in our world x3
I see the sun start to climb
Early Morning

*chorus*

Before I was fifteen I’d been to five continents
Most people in the game get higher than their prospects

Dang most bitches out here haven’t ever left the projects
How can I get respect If I never felt like an object?


To those above me, because growing up I had money
Top 3% preaching to the ghetto sounds funny

Put on two coats when my little nose was runny
Always feeling charged up like the energizer bunny

But when you come from gold, you're expected to go platinum
But never on records, I’ll be on the streets If I sell em

Want to make my own future but my destiny is fixed
Lawyer, Doctor or Engineer the futures I can pick

Don’t get me wrong flying, I’m not complaining
With money I can shoot for the stars like Carl Sagan

But my own dreams, my own passions, my own songs?
Hope you enjoyed your flight, cause Im’ma land before long