Illmatic Dreams

Just a kid from Queens with dreams of being illmatic.

Lyrical genius since a fetus and I’m still at it.

Some people wanna ask me why I’m still rapping.

The same reason why pill addicts swallow their pills whenever they feel panic.

However, my answer is whatever I feel at the moment to speak,

No wonder I feast, forever on weak emcees whenever I feel famished.

Walking a thin line between recovery and relapsing.

I can’t tell if hip-hop done destroyed me.

Or gave me all the tools necessary to spot out phonies.

I was awkward and lonely, rapping me feel confident, like I wasn’t the only.

Like nothing even the government couldn’t control me.

A pessimistic optimistic,

A rebel spitting fire, yeah, an anarchist and arsonist.

My arsenal is marvelous, I don’t know who the target is.

Was bullied as a kid, rap was my escape,

I guess I paid the cost for this.