High Note

Pressure creates diamonds, what if I’m a rhinestone
Unable to weather brainstorms before my mind’s blown
Staring at my Movado, thinking of the time gone
Jamming to a younger self, wondering how those rhymes wrong
Stuck between anxiety and ego
Between a blockbuster film and a flop at Regal
Vets call me A-MC, how, got no dinero
Many checks on my bucketlist yet still stuck at zero
Who’s the Zorro in my world if it ain’t me
Maybe was Cobain all along, trigger no safety
Pilot com-planing, thoughts gotta land safely
Before it’s too late, behind the gate for life like tasty
Praying for patience at 30 is it hasty
Reveal myself and all my flaws, is it racy
Go johnny blaze me, not dame me
Since the trail I hailed to lead, is for the crazy
Cole said, every artist just wanna be loved
I miss my abuela, just wanna be hugged
Passed away before the rona, shit was already bugged
Carpet rough last year, they keep on pulling the rug
Change tougher every year, should I be pulling the plug?
Do y’all want another young, since you already got Thug?
Plus Boy Never Broke Again
What would you do if we never spoke again
If I couldn’t get on a beat and choke again
Would you bump my old shit like Charles Hamilton
More Alexander if you examine closely
Ain’t do it for the bread, tell my homies toast me
Cheers
Now gotta expose the rat race
Manipulation and the fakes
Cutting through the extortation and the hate
To the bad cops who got us copping pleas
As they cop a feel and lay down a knee
Obviously, still need justice for Breonna Taylor
If we don’t see them fired, jail, or prosecuted was this all a failure
Should we just accept the loss and move on
Like cleveland sports fans before Kyrie and Lebron
Ask the crowd is this an allegory
The stands are empty, save that for another story
I’ll tell Santiago when I see ‘em
Got cancer for the fourth time and he gon beat ‘em
Know for fact, can tell when he smile at me
Watching his eldest grandson make ‘em happy
Hiding tears behind those brown eyes
Feel the same way, so gotta make the song cry
Untitled make the song cry
Richie make the song cry
Abuela make the song cry
Somebody make the song cry
(Jam Talking)
Normally I leave the emotional shit for the beginning
Had to put it at the end this time
Still leaving on a high note