I’m just a nerd making rhymes with words
Calling home where the birds flee when the winter weather gets so cold it burns
Turns of events made me return to the place of my birth
I’m cursed with a sense of purpose and a dream other people call absurd
You can find me swerving through percussion like I’m driving drunk
High as fuck on the beat like I’m smoking the tightest blunts
Turning verses into gold, lyrical Midas Touch
Started writing a novel but it just didn’t vibe as much
I’ve been putting in the work, got a crooked fucking smirk
Popping off at motherfuckers who’ve been slumming in the dirt
Constructing anthems like the word that is printed on my shirt
Rapping natural, I’ve been striking bars since birth
I’ve made it through my worst but I haven’t seen my best yet
I will keep improving ‘till I’m on my fucking death bed
I’m dead set on breaking through to stages and embraces and the day that I can say
“I told you all I’d fucking make it”

Finally, I’ve got time to breathe
Hakuna Mattata, my mind’s at ease
They used to snuff me when I tried to speak
But now they’re hanging onto every word on Layird’s beats
I’ll let my lyrics speak for me; Rep the broke majority
Rich sense of humour but I can come across as poorly
Reacting to the fact I’d been passing up on my passion
Finally, I’ve got the courage to make flourish my rapping

I’ve been known to break my back over broken hearts
And I’m sick of regretting my actions over my spoken parts
As I approach the stars, I miss my closest marks
But still I’m shooting in the dark with semi-hopeless darts
Hoping that I can hit what I’ve been wishing for and what I’ve been fixing for
A taste of the life that brings light to the strife, I ignite ‘till I frightfully hit the floor
Drifting towards an entrance to sustenance not unlike a kitchen door
Fishing for an answer to questions I’ve had since I’d never been mixed before
Why is there violence, why is there hate? Why do we judge based on gender and race?
Why are the rich pinching plenty of pennies while kids are living with no food on their plates?
Why do value the things that we’re proud of less than we do a victorious debate
What’s right and true take back seats to the people we refuse to admit we became
I can only change so much as an individual
So I’ll stick to my strengths, sharing feelings through my lyricals
Not shooting for the fame, that would take a fucking miracle
Just want someone to say that I’m versing on something critical

Finally, I’ve got time to breathe
Hakuna Mattata, my mind’s at ease
They used to snuff me when I tried to speak
But now they’re hanging onto every word on Layird’s beats
I’ll let my lyrics speak for me; Rep the broke majority
Rich sense of humour but I can come across as poorly
Reacting to the fact I’d been passing up on my passion
Finally, I’ve got the courage to make flourish my rapping

I decided one year into my college education that I didn’t really want to be a teacher
Truth is, I was clueless but I couldn’t picture a career without me spitting on the features
So I kept my head up
Forced myself to get up
Now I’m soaking up the rays of the sun from the pages that I love in a province where the snow doesn’t let up
So I kept my head up
Forced myself to get up
Now I’m soaking up the rays of the sun from the pages that I love in a province where the snow doesn’t let up

Finally, I’ve got time to breathe
Hakuna Mattata, my mind’s at ease
They used to snuff me when I tried to speak
But now they’re hanging onto every word on Layird’s beats
I’ll let my lyrics speak for me; Rep the broke majority
Rich sense of humour but I can come across as poorly
Reacting to the fact I’d been passing up on my passion
Finally, I’ve got the courage to make flourish my rapping