in the human body
Who would I be?
Without the creator of this theater
Beside me to gently guide me?
Somedays I wonder if I need to
pick a different hobby
I’m deep in with this rappin
It’s all a n**** know
I never didn’t nothin better,
it’s hard to let it go
But like a father, watching his daughter,
walk down the altar,
With tears in his eyes,
you gotta let her grow
And so I shall,
but first I been honing my style