Trapped in a maze, my soul

Packaged away, my goals

No company so I have to just stay alone

My bed is concrete

Reminisce to when I was buckled up in that car seat

Now I'm casted in the world, used to always be in arm's reach

Mind's fastened on girls and getting bigger than a palm leaf, writing my lyrics on sheets

This is everything I feel

Form my words to make a movie just to let you know it's reel

Back when I was just a little kid I never would've thought I'd make an EP

Couple years later, I'm in my parents' room taking CDs

Rebelled against them by listening to R-A-P to lead me to the light so my life doesn't have to feel so gray and needy

Melodies are memories, to them I'm spitting, hacking lungs I only need a pen to breathe

I do it to the death of me, raw until I rest in peace

Rawer than my best release

Louder than early-school ratchets, no weaponry

Oh no, they suspended me

So much for this 1st Amendment, please, it ain't protecting me

I'm just lucky my record's clean

'Cause if not, there's no record

You mean to tell me there's blurred lines between jokes and felonies?

You best believe that I was not born yesterday

This is one of the realest tracks on wax that I'mma ever get to lay

I'm from them school fights where the officer's pulling pepper spray

Secret trap houses I only heard 'bout when the feds would raid, at home the records played

My stress escaped and I physically felt sanctified

Load up my pencil and I lyrically melt the page with rhymes

My state of mind? I put it in the song

And this is what I do with it, 2 minutes and I'm gone

2 minutes and I'm gone, yeah

Uh, 2 minutes

2... 2 minutes, aight yeah