[Verse 1]
Funny how life is turnin' out
I don't have much to talk about
I don't have much to write about
Gotta shit load to cry about
Funny the words I do kick
Funny the n***as I do pick
It's funny what sticks
Go figure

[Verse 2]
Momma said I'm sensitive
I gotta work on that
Not really
Tired of using adjectives
I gotta build on that
You feel me?
Not really

[Refrain]
Young man
Tryna hold a world in a broken hand
Young man
Tryna find the world in a broken hand
Yeah, yeah
[Outro]
Writing exercises people
Ha, ha