Still Blazin.

This is a start of a young kid’s life raised in

stories told of sex, drugs, and guns blazin,

an Asian, not aware of the hell that he was cravin.

It’s amazin, cus Mr. West was the Yeezus who was savin.

Impressionable, there’s no other way around it

A fresh can of bull, and at a young age, he had found it

Resounded within him, the silent fury he had drowned in.

They clowned him, it was his voice that they didn’t like.

He passed fresh lines but he failed on the mic.

Point guarding the pen cus all he could do was just write.

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