Rainy Dayz from Seasons by IDeaL Minded

Verse 1:
So what you know about becoming a man?
I’ve been looking for the answers I don’t seem to understand/
Where the time between growing up and adulthood chose to be friends/
Well I’ve been old as fuck since the day I chose to descend/
I’m and old soul, flow: snow stowed in the Benz/
And I’m cold so hoes know I don’t need no friends/
And I’m oh so close honing skills for the spins/
I swear I’ll ghost this coast, but I’ma be here again/
What you know bout the man/
Some would say he’s a stoner/
Some would say he’s a brother, father like figure/
Diplomas would never matter, has matters like Family/
And his dad could just never master the art of monogamy so he’s bastard/
To people glancing around/
But would they ask not a sound/
And he always wondered why his pops would never pass him around/
As time went on he grew to know his Grams and Mom shut him out/
Here goes another story told about a kid with some doubt/

HOOK:
Where I want to go
Is close if I believe/
But what’s the price of all the fame if I sell all my dreams?/
No one can come between, me and the mirror dawg/
This music here is like a gift and I’m giving it all/
But when you’re too involved/
That’s when they start to hate/
Don’t pay attention, hold your ground and start to levitate/
I got to find some peace of mind and reach anyway/
I’ll keep the sun in my pocket save it for rainy days/

VERSE 2:
So what you know about becoming the man?/
I’ve been writing hooks and stanzas just for me to understand/
That the time between being broke and the come up about to end/
I don’t believe in luck, just the effort I’m putting in/
If you don’t know me then don’t pretend that we’re friends/
And I don’t smoke weed with anyone but my kin/
I don’t mold my teeth but know my soul is golden/
And I cope with the beef by making heat with a pen/
So I don’t really intend to give in to pressure creeping/
And I’ve spent some time dealing with people denying my gift of music/
High and I’m feeling lucid/
The Lucy could drop a few in/
I’m viewing this as a movement/
For anyone who induces me to give in to doubt/
You will get thrown out/
And no I’m not a paperboy, but boy the paper’s my route/
And this one here’s for anyone who ever raised an eyebrow/
Bitch I’m still here and won’t be done until I’m laid in the ground/

HOOK:
Where I want to go
Is close if I believe/
But what’s the price of all the fame if I sell all my dreams?/
No one can come between, me and the mirror dawg/
This music here is called a gift and I’m giving it all/
But when I’m too involved/
That’s when they start to hate/
Don’t pay attention, hold your ground and watch it levitate/
I got to find some peace of mind and reach anyway/
I’ll keep the sun in my pocket save it for rainy days/

• Spoken Word
• hip hop
• r&b
• Naples