As a kid I never saw the ceiling, but the floor was lava

Rappin' till I turn to ash until my flow was lava

Should I swallow up my passion for the O's and commas?

Should I wallow in the past I feel like most my time was...

Wasted, on some party every day shit

Years I don't remember took some shots I'm drawing blanks with

Smoke would fill the room until my mind is going vacant

Copping with my mood and jot these rhymes and feel my pages but

My ink is faded, trust will leave you naked

Lust is never (saded?), glut and this relations turned toxic

I watch the clock tick as I'm boxed in

With myself, and these concoctions do not help, its my hell

And I'm too cold to share it

Don't wanna talk specific so id always show generic, just to get up off the couch out for the street a couple hours

Just so we could tell my Momma i would find health

Like how you never called them back when they cared about you

Like how your Momma 'bout to snap because she's scared without you

You're important that's a fact, you got a air about you

And there's some moments that you laughed but don't you ever doubt you

You took the monsters out your closet and you made it sound proof

Been employed for 8 years and you held it down too

See you passion and your effort when your bank account grew

Ain't a lot, but its yours, so it made you proud too

But a paper in your greatness see what you amount too

Your courageous and amazing hard to see the crown through

All the doubt, and the pain, and the pride and the shame young king

Remember that you smile in today young king

The only thing that's final is a grave young king

And every single mile ain't a race young king

Won't see me for a while imma say one thing

That livin' and survivin' aren't the same one thing