I’m a slave for the pain I feel like curt cobain

Get in my creative space, we takeoff propane

I just promise in these writtens I’m just spitting my pain

I’m a scholar and I’m gifted but don’t think i won’t crank

My grind major, we stacking collecting different wages

Flip through the pages, See DIY on the front of fader

Bastard baby’s we celebrated, i did this shit with my momma **** you know my mfn pops was vacant

Had to hate em, i swear i see that pussy **** rn he gon be sad, he ever ejaculated

In Monique in 99, the hate that i harbor for the coward is the reason i try to live my life divine

I see his tendencies in me lusting on everything that’s fine

Can’t fall victim to that earthly shit, boy keep ya spine

We took a dive on the deep end, and stepped out on faith

I know my pops listening rn, yea boy ya son is great, And he’s gifted as ever

Monique planted them seeds that boy grew through the winter.

Cold summers maybe harsh, but they the reason I’m clever

Live in my purpose, like Kronk pulling that lever

Cause jiggy gotta new groove

I’m getting paid

I seen Deko on that Zoom coo

Next day he was laaid

ON his death bed **** who knew

In his casket he would fade

Man Jidenna it was too soon

I’m a slave for the pain I feel like curt cobain

Get in my creative space, we takeoff propane

I just promise in these writtens I’m just spitting my pain

I’m a scholar and I’m gifted but don’t think i won’t crank