Shadows Approaching - SA-ROC

What I’m gonn' do now?

I’m 5 foot 3 and 132 pounds

Size 6 frame, with a legendary name

Trying to live up to the honor with a few raps and a cute smile

But that don’t last forever, this could be my last letter

So I write it with blood and sweat so it last better

They wanna wipe me from the books cuz I’m plot heavy

But they won’t give me 2nd looks less I’m top heavy

Let me talk to you, my daddy sharecropped tobacco age 6 fore he learned to even

walk proper

You want some real spit?

What you know about watching your father numb so he

wouldn’t have to feel shit?

Real quick out the room before the tears hit

Clutching pipe dreams to my chest like a meal ticket

And as much as I’d like to think it we ain’t much different

30 years apart but the cops think we just niggas

But let me slow down fore attention span go down

Gucci, Bugatti, fat bootys, illuminati.

Now, am I allowed to finish?

Youngins lying in a pool of that red sauce all in the name of spinach

Noodle all on the sidewalk, like an Italian dinner

But y’all don’t wanna hear it.

Y’all tone deaf til I start

Talking c notes then y’all ninjas Bob Dylan

Street poets, writing poems for the muh effing highest bidder

Yeah I’m kinda bitter

You want a sweetheart, just stop making the street hard, then you won’t get

this sour lemon

I’m feeling out of place in the places that I invented

Feeling stifled, so I’m venting

Ear conditioning, pun intended

I may be cut from a different cloth, but we all kindred

Formerly good kids in a mad city, just call Kendrick

This high power coming from out the Nile River

Rap pharaoh from the hells of the district, the sound killer