School of Life

I do cool stuff, write fast and make rhymes plus make music that tears through A warrior of life, a crusader of the climb taking a breath, and exterminating the darkness until there's none left When I came through, I felt the scene with kindness, never peeping the tension Then I took my ascension as I parted ways with awareness retention Faced with it, I was too weak, running up in a pricey crew's square without a share but still felt struck by the words that healed the crazy Powerless to the Messiah of rap before he transcended death and handed me, the angel of representation such inspiring blessings Making art for no money, cause it frightens the onlookers stressing Don't want any of it, don't want to even say it for reference I want a couple of sneaks to up my hops and forget lessons