“Y’know I think everyone has some an epic story they tell themselves to feel better or even just to feel okay in the first place; make sure your tall tales of what lies behind become a legend of what lay ahead.”



[CHORUS]

See my father was a fable

that my mama made up

just to keep me stable

but that shit is just a label

like another broken record on my turntable

this shit gonna repeat

cause these demons in the streets

always coming for a king



[VERSE]

we do everything right

but doing the right thing

might seem so frightening

sometimes it might seem

like life is nothing

but you gon find the strength

to carry all of these things

when we finally see how heaven gonna be

a nigga gotta trust & see

that love the only medicine for broken-hearts that tend to break again

& now i understand why my mom don’t need a man

cause there’s 5 inside her plan who gon stand until the end

like we Stan we gon love her forever & ever & ever & ever

& ever & ever & ever

so if our next endeavor make a nigga sever whatever connection for a better set

tommy trilly setting trends

ayyy play that 1 record & do it again

they said who in the city could rap better than him?

people studderin

in the face of a veteran

you gotta do a little better then that

cause listen Tomas too close

he really don’t know

why he ain’t letting it go

think he just stayin too woke

steady just doing the most

staying too clutch & they choke

stupid fresh he off the boat

i’m floating with that flow that

make a hoe lose her clothes

& have these niggas takein notes

so what they really wanna know?

how i stopped chasing these woes?

well tommy the trilly really too hopeless

& now that he know it i think they notice

so nosey lil nigga i gotta let you know

that all that hope is super dope until you’re old

then all that hope is like rope around your throat

if the only thing you hoping for is gold

you might just cope with being broke

bro i’m too busy writing these tropes

literally imposing prose

upon all my foes

i gotta lotta poems for these hoes

my bars are dope & cold

they written in the stone

when i pulled the sword from it

like a legend just go to war or sumn


[CHORUS]

See my father was a fable

that my mama made up

just to keep me stable

but that shit is just a label

like another broken record on my turntable

this shit gonna repeat

cause these demons in the streets

always coming for a king

Anonymous asked:

Why don't you just tell her that you miss her?

Explicit expression is but not that easy, for I am perhaps better at subtlety, or maybe that is how I’d like to consider myself to be; yet she shall know inevitably, in due course, for the words should perhaps be read by the one for whom they are written too; not always as straightforward as one might actually think it to be though.

:3