On & On

Yeah, look, it's that last call,

The final sip from a glass tall,

The past call but we way past that

Yeah, it's been a wild ride but if the road's smooth what you gon' learn along the way that

can help you expand

It's that farewell and I hope that you fare well,

Wish you the best and I'll see you soon

Every time I press play, feel the soul in the tunes and we all got pushed to be the

best in the room

What you looking for and did you find it

Could you learn to see through your blindness

Maybe that's the recipe for being timeless and these blessings be how we define them

So through the rainfall and even when the sun don't shine,

I'll be there at your back just to help with the climb

It's the last of the nobodies and can't nobody say that it's not our time

And it goes on and on and on

And it goes on and on and it goes on and on and it goes on

and on and on

And as it ends and I reflect I'm optimistic for next

And stop and take a double step onto the next breath

My momma always said son you gotta be trained

I never understood her but now I know what she means

Cause shit is always so much deeper than it seems

Bunch of kids dreaming about driving in the limousine

Or living a life so carefree

That whatever happens man it's gon' be what it's gon' be yeah

They always say it takes a village but why not this

Bunch of people in a house that are dreaming again

Everything they set their mind to and making it then

And I try to express it in every message I send

When there's so little support we gotta band together

And make a way no matter whether they like it or not

So please tell me to stop and I'll reference your name on the next track I drop

On my way to the top

And it goes on and on and on

Goes on and on

It goes on and on

It goes on and on

And it goes on and on and on

Uh listen

If I could reverse the earth back and reverse the crash

To kill G-Script and Angela then skirt back

To take the cancer out my dad like you deserve it

Relax but I can't so I'm burning laps and pacing

What do you say to a kid in 8th grade whose cousin just passed away

Whose home's on a massive grave

Cost of living just took your whole vacation away

Got caught smoking now your mom took the PlayStation away

You know

Your friends are bad influences

She making them stay away

You got nothing to do but stew in your room and waste away

So you gotta pirate a version of Fruity Loops in your disc tray or something like it

Tell your truth and do a $60 mic and hope that somebody likes it

And now you got a reason to feel excited

And your life don't feel so lifeless

You can't wait till after class to get after creative writing

And you're practicing your pockets and your timing

You got a beat playing on repeat in your mind

A freestyle and you're organizing your whole adolescent perspective

Only now it's just rhyming

And the older kids clown you

They haven't seen how you get down yet

Throw something on SoundCloud to let them know you really bout it

See it's more than a way out

It's an outlet

That's why when their favorite artist dies their eyes really get wet

Addressing them by first names as if they ever really met

Like Long Live Malcolm

R.I.P. Gus

Jarad

Long Live Jahseh

Sounds corny but I get what y'all say

I would've killed myself in 9th grade if Kid Cudi had passed away

I mean these illustrations are a little exaggerated but you see it

It's funny how I'm an old head ancient around these kids

But in my DMs it's old heads older than me that think that it's evil

That they weren't invited to be on this season of Rap Camp Seasonal

But this was never meant to be some end all be all

Chance to put Montana rap on the map so they could see y'all

Think like the XXL freshman class but regional

To have 43 people on the cover wouldn't be feasible

I hope that that's reasonable

Last of the nobodies

I know somebody must be blessing us

It's like everything's the same but at the same time nothing is

These words and rhymes and rhythms and hymns are all that was left to us

So when these kids wanna shine instead of question them and come at their heads just break bread with them

You know

Walk next to them on this path

We drink the same water only difference is the glass

Same destination only difference is the tracks

Same place we headed only difference is the past

Because at last

We the last

Of the last

Of the last

Of the nobodies

Yeah

Last of the nobodies

Thanks for listening