I seen God back in 09' with my own eyes

After school, at this one spot fa kids with no rides

At first I thought it couldn't be real, I said it's just my own mind

Until the faces from my own kind said it was no lie

Appearing right before my four eyes, but after four lines

That I had wrote in my alone time but chose to show now

You only share em with yourself, I'm sayin' to myself

Ain kno if I was good or bad, I guess I'm 'bout to know now

I ain't telekinetic, but I can tell it connected

And wouldn't be the final time I seen a crowd go wild

I ask God why He was here and then he whispered back

"To give a gift," and then I asked, is the gift to rap?

Nope, it's the feeling that fill up after that

The feeling of dodging death row, yes, it's the aftermath

If I could put it in perspective, you might get the message

What's the feeling you feel now? I said, "I feel accepted"

I seen the devil, 2022 without a question

In many places, but the worst was the comment sections

See, I been shot, punched, starved fa days without lunch

But to being called a flop, bruh, all them bitches come in second

And thief of joy cut my feet before I leap for joy

I'm reaching points where I would rather let the reaper score

You thought wasn't getting sleep before?

It's like I fall into a deeper void, the more I'm not the people's choice

I rip my heart outta my chest and then I offered it

A week later **** ask when you gon' drop again?

It's like a stab to my esophagus

So I considered making pacts within the darkness just stop this shit

He told me most just want the money, cars, fame, glory

But see, you different, yes, your eyes, they tell a strange story

This how you grow your power, you change your whole sound

Dumb the flow down, and love from everyone will surely shower

The penmanship and creative experiments can wait

People don't wanna be awake, they wanna stay sedate

To beat the snakes, you gotta play a snake

To see the cake, you gotta play it safe

I took the bait, and made some hooks I never should've made

Some lyrics I regretted

Shifted my mindset, that start to mirror my aesthetic

I stopped expressing how I felt and started writing records

Later, he asked me how I felt, I said, "I feel accepted"

I seen myself, 2039, inside a vision

My eyes depicted me on top of rhyming's Mount Olympus

I sat with kings, matched the stacks of teens while capturing

Disciples of the paths I teach kiss my hands and feet

This vision gave me passion

The love of music gave me light in places it was absent, replacin' inner sadness

I started formin' my identity around success

I told myself the only other choice around was death

The feelin' that this great depiction gave became addiction

And made me hate the many faces that would claim it's fiction

Fuck 'em

I sell my soul to prove my rivals wrong, to take my idol's throne

Do I feel a form of worship when you like a song?

Just like in psalms, on the road to tryna be someone

Who have I become?

Should any other version of myself be crucified?

Should I finish off this note to quote my suicide?

Nah, I take my power back from lettin' you decide

A bulldawg, I can't be euthanized I move the line

Can't take them hours back I spent abusin' time

But I can exercise the way I feel through usin' rhymes

To get their moment I seen people turn their spirit over

They god-given gifts, they let the devil rip 'em open

Myself included, but today I start to shift my motive

I'll walk away from all this shit before I give my soul up

It took a while, but now I finally get it

Detachin' from an outcome, it might be how you get it

I ask myself a question, "Album finished, how you feelin'?"

Now that you gave me acceptance, I don't need it really