My thoughts never fit neatly not on the page
Scribbled and crooked lines
They never really take shape they crawl
I know what that feels like
Would you still do your thing without the crowd
Without the limelight

Or maybe you just
Love the idea

At times things look better than they are
Truths easy to conceal
You jealous of the lie is what they want
Perception makes it real
Would you still buy the hype without the mask
Without the fancy veil

Or maybe you just
Love the idea

(Blu)
Check it
You in love with my hologram
Am i a hollow man
Or i am someones role model damn
Somebodies gotta cook the dope before you bottle grams somebodies gotta open doors before you shake somebodies hand
I think somebodies mad at the process
You gotta trust the process
Got bless the homeless and the jobless
Sometimes i failed gods test but i tried
Thats the object its the mission not the finished product
Somebody lied
You gotta ride 100%
Not a smaller percent give it all
Represent the inside
Not the outer appearance
Explore the outer limits
And when im 52 i could give you power of wisdom
How the vision give sight to the blide
Same way only god can read the thoughts on my mind
I could put it in a rhyme or make it perfectly clear
Some put in the work and some just love the idea yeh
La la la
Or maybe you just
Love the idea