Four Seasons by Cee Major

This is gonna be the realest shit I ever wrote
And all in all it'll be the one that meant the most
I'm just a free spirit trapped in flesh and bone
Tryna get the most
Of this world before this body let's me go
They let me down
I'm cool with that
However it went is how it's meant to go
New set of goals
Light's on, but I'm never home
The tune gets heard, but the message don't
Now I'm a man innovating
They called me clapped, I didn't listen now there's standing ovations
I ain't in the same place I was standing before
What I'm doing isn't standard, my standards have soared

I'm in the 4th quarter 4 down
I don't really need no more reason
Baby I'ma take what's mine

I spent the past year redefining what lonely is
Top of the game. Forgot the voice I had until I soloed it
That boy dissed me back then now he don't exist
That me and this me can't coexist
Can't deal with grudges I'm too outspoken to hold it in
When I had nothing's when I learned ownership
Wildest dreams I never saw it go like this
But I made sacrifices only I know exist
Don't question the mode I'm in
The graft I put in equals the shape I'm moulded in
big for my boots I broke em in
Your fears are your brokerage
My dearest condolences
I'm just banking on the fact it starts rolling in
MY last one was a classic
This next one? my Mona Lisa
Let the mix of emotions become my coldest feature
I see their hate surface so I know it's deeper
You don't even walk this earth's surface with your own demeanour
I never compromised in any room I stepped in
The work? Menial The motive: cleaner
I listened to the words and heared the motive behind it
I'm still the illest and blessing to those that don't need reminding
I was a young gunning front runner in a whole different climate
Still operating 20 later. Who could cope with this milage?
I become a mountain of a man when no-one noticed me climbing
and old school, you would've seen me in the bits
If there was a redhead in the Hamlets it was either me or Ginge
So I ain't gonna meet you at the London
I'm an East London boy forreal
You ain'[t gonna see me at The Ritz
That ain't in the budget
I grew up on a PFC budget, Belly ache from these Naga Wings
Gift of the gaff, riff-raff slipped through the cracks
Now there's brain on tap and I'm feeling how she thinks.

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