Verse 1
Rhymin' distracted now: out of focus
Verses swarm like locusts, make Queen Bs jokers
To put my name on the map, they bunny hop hocus pocus
Out my top hat, fall back,
ten seasons till i fall flat
Like All That, never shied from warpaths
Wore sock hats and never hung with the rough pack
So people seem shocked when they know that I write
Or don't fit preconceived prototypes of those on the mic.
Skeptics...till i showed them all the light
Now they burn heretics/hair ticks who challenge my might
But with every critic saved, there's more in need of sight
They all say they listen-through their teeth- so i know it's a LIE!
Of course, I'm bitter: Petals was more than 'just alright'
These 'connoisseurs' on hip-hop must know nothin' on rap
Cuz they just post artists based on the number of blog hits
To make hip-hop stop, think "What the hell's wrong with-?"
{Insert popular blog name} cuz we all know who does it
Don't mean to sound like the guy on the pulpit
But it is what is...
Chorus
Take my hands, grab a seat or walk with me
Past the flames, the fumes, all the way to The Burning Bush X2

Verse 2
I wrote this verse in class, sleepy eyes so time could pass
And also cuz it's getting harder to write in that house...
Like Mass, i can get in like 4 or 5 bars
Meaningful stuff, never about jewels or cars
But at home, it's different: my mom wants me reading
Studying Math never English, around the clock: it's sickening.
She's come to hate everything i devote a place
In my heart for, cuz i rap, she feels disgraced
Feels the need to hide the facts
That on beats i wax
The mentality of the pack
That all rap is trash
She's embraced so despite my efforts to educate,
I've come to realize my input might never take
So it is what it is
Like the birds and the bees
There's this giant rift between my mother and me
And it just keeps getting wider and big...
Chorus x2

Verse 3
This is the hardest part of the song and I could be wrong
But i do know one thing: this life ain't fun
It sucks: I never thought i'd ever be the one
To wish my mama gone and not feel remorse
I'm just tryna form a life that in ten years I'll want
Or when i'm on a crutch or raising my own runt
But with every foot forward, it feels like I moonwalk
Petals didn't take, how am i sure this one will work?
I'm miserable man: I scrawl my name in emo font
In dark-purple chucks yelling out Kill Them ALL
This is my world: It's not the cheeriest of welcomes
But if you listen to this tape, thats prolly not what you're here for
Chorus x3