RumbleFish

Let’s take them back
So we can move forward
They’ll never let you pass
Create your circumstances
I remember when I was like 12 years old I used to sing
I would probably would have uh, I probably would’ve been like
Shit, I’d have been like
It’s like the Spider-Man meme, it’s just I vs me
Overstressing contemplating shit that I shouldn’t think
Like the wildest of things, suicidal it seems
If your streaming this on Tidal turn the volume up please
So my mind can release, the beat devours the beast
Like searching warrior so how is he weak
It’s like a jaw vs dream, or a thot vs a queen
, broke with high self esteem
Shit was better before, when I was ghetto and poor
With black pinup girls all over the wall
Crack smoke in the hall, my friends was twisted and lost
The back was, we learned to piss on the floor
Bunch of local dusty dingy niggas firing things
That’s the type of local shit that my environment breeds
Made a lion in me, but they was lyin' to me
I thought I sought what I saw, but then I couldn’t see
Others visions was green, but me I was a geek
I was caught up in Jam of the Week
Pen in a rhyme book and dirty Fubu jeans
My Tommy shirts they had a triangle
I think I heard this song being played once (Don't box me in x3)
Hold hands singing at a seance (Don't box me in x3)
And for the bitch I had in third grade (Don't box, don’t, don’t,
don’t box me in)
I dedicate this shit to Rusty James (Don't box, don’t, don’t box me in)
It’s like a Spider-Man meme, my only rival is me
Undertaker vs Taker it’s Summer Slam '93
But that was just Brian Lee, so that was different from me
Spider-Man was for Queens, but never went to QB
So Brooklyn just was too far, my project window bars
I used to stare at the stars, and pray my uncle would call
Hearing screams from my moms, her body bounced off the walls
She used to put this nigga out and he would sleep in our hall
I was scared to go to school because I thought she’d be gone
Then I was scared to come home that’s the ironic part
I feel like I should have fought, but really I was too small
He killed his next girlfriend and got life behind bars
Apologize to my moms for putting that in a song
But it was rotting my heart, I held it in for so long
I know trying to raise a man on your own was so hard
Blue bandannas in my room I just was trying to be hard
Square peg, round hole, I never fit in at all
Hotter dollars in my socks when I went to the store
Till I got cool with the
Because round here you either feed off the weak or you gone
Bunch of local dusty dingy niggas firing things
That’s the type of local shit that my environment breeds
Made a lion in me, but they was lyin' to me
I thought I sought what I saw, but then I couldn’t see
Others visions was green, but me I was a geek
I was beating my meat to Big Lez on TV
I wrote this song for the next nigga just like me
Because now my Tommy got the triangle
Just remember that
Myths are public dreams
And dreams are private myths
Get that one?
And I don’t know a lot
But I do know when you allow someone to judge you and tell you who you are,
your blocking your own divine power
Never do that no matter what
Don’t lose your super powers
Don’t let anybody box you in