Lately I’ve thought, “I don’t know where to go,”
Lost with the hope that someone’s supposed to know,
Meeting my parents in their chambers,
Advising me like Jedi counselors,

Always had a fickle relationship with control,
I could always flip a nickel and knew where to smoke bowls,
I got the art, I found the flow, was lost, now know where to go,
Nowhere to go but up, ‘cause I spent too long back-pedaling, dodgin’ foes,

Everyone questioning why I rhyme,
What’s new with THIS white rapper THIS time?
Well I am a child of hip-hop, got wordplay in my mind,
Cause I know if Shakespeare was alive, he wouldn’t write sonnets, he’d rhyme,

I catch feelings like butterflies,
Guess I’m not a rapper cause I chase these highs,
Don’t need a ho when I got someone to hold,
Love is all I need in this world so miserable,

Hook:
Only weak for love and love makes me strong
Only weak for love and love makes me strong
About to spark jurassic park,
Burn down from dawn till dark,
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Pace on a lit stage like a devil in a cage,
Yellin’ FUCK THE MAN’S MACHINE, as I rage,
Created in my home, a hermit with a habit,
Burnin like I’m batshit, classic tactics so rabid,

Gotta be active to gain the masses,
From the place of plastic, Americana tragic,
Never been an addict, balance like a gymnast,
Quick fast I dash on cash before I return to my past,

Hook:
Only weak for love and love makes me strong
Only weak for love and love makes me strong
About to spark jurassic park,
Burn down from dawn till dark,
x2

Out the darkness, East Coast so heartless,
Passion to puff grass, dabbin and lust fast,
I must be brash, gotta be blunt to be confident,
Had a hunch I’d find a treasure chest if I wasn’t sunk,

Stunk up caravans cause the skunk is abundant,
Now on the left-side, low-key ridin’ that high tide,
Sunshine and coke lines, tan lines, hopes and crime,
Bonafide to bubble bars and bounty hunt any who rhyme,

Been doing this since I was fourteen, court summons,
Whores for the team before we had memes,
Seen obscene before I could create my dreams,
Casual in the chaos, gotta be patient if you plant seeds, grow green,


The painter paisan, passing through, call me the Spit Don,
Godfather plotter on some God-talker blotter,
Five family connect, up in the north with no cooper-
Ation, smokin exotic piffs, usin’ the fifth, got 4-5 plated copper,

Revolvers unloadin’ rounds at revolutionary rivals, y’anno Cop-ers,
Usually a hip-hopper, but now a fuckin’ fist pumper,
Hunger lustier than sharks, and aiming to take ‘em all out,
Filled with doubt, but who isn’t? Sinking foes under,

Spit from the seventh circle, chilling with Big L and Satan,
Manning up but I ain’t no pretty boy Peyton,
Baking off the kief that crumbles like towers of twin,
However you sin it’s still the same darkness within,

Burner loaded, but it’s really piff packed in paper,
Plannin to prosper with a peaceful perspective,
Hater’s all in the past, or at least outside my circle,
Prospect’s were lower than where prospector’s mine, then I used my mind,

Poppin' like Michael,
Jordan, Tyson, Corelone,
Dodging locos like Fredo, (SNITCH!)
Building like Michael,
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