Blue Collar Freestyle

A piece of art

a piece of heart

I gave my all and nothing less

then gave you more

till nothing left

and I don't know what's next

now you know I fear uncertainty

or burning out like 3rd degree

when the confidence I'm serving feel like perjury

by 33

I figured I'd be 33 million damn

this lookin' like my 33rd chance

the universe been learning me

been swerving

the streets of life trying not to crash

lights off in my heart

plus the engine lights on my dash

feeling frantic

lost so much static and stagnant

at the same damn time

a phase in the mind

days of our lives

I told you I be fine

I told you I be lying

since Brody house

a 40 ounce of OE and a dime

bag potent on my clothing

wipe sodium from my brow

from trading hours I don't have

blue collar rap n**a

don't know if I'm right or wrong for..

ducking the trap n***a

James Evan's day 7 breaking my back

tryna chase heaven

great lesson repurpose that

to a straight blessing

but stayed solid

no profit

almost outta gas

turned fantasies into liquid cash

like a wet dream

the best thing goin

rhythm assisted poems

complex

I rap about my feelings but I never show em

complex

some shots be off the hip

sometimes they metaphoric

make it happen or let it happen to you

it don't gotta be complex

either that dog up in you

or yo pussy showing

ain't nobody bouta get shit shit crackin' for ya

I'm way to hard on myself

so f**k yo pep talk

the check speak the rest..

well

the pen bleed

I proceed the Franklin's do the crip walk

yo list off if Kipp off that bitch

my discog it been flawless bitch

been down

no ten count

I'm still round this bitch

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