I must seem strange,
So many doubt what I’m about.
Poetically I make it rain,
My mind’s never in a drought.
Clouded by Mary Jane,
But my creativity clears it out.
Conscious begging for a change,
But I remain in the same route.
If I’m addicted than success is my drug.
I smoke hope and sniff the aroma of love,
My appearance must scream thug,
Cuz I can hear their whispers when they judge.
The music of the moment serves as my earplugs,
under no influence mentally I rise above.
I pulled off shit they thought I didn’t have the strength to tug,
I’m pushed thru bullshit they thought I couldn’t shove.
So ur acquisitions don’t add up!