Intro

Dear Lord, thank you for letting me be here to see another day again
I’m grateful to be alive, God bless the souls that came and went
I’m so lucky to have a good family that loves me
Please let my girl know how much I love her
Sorry that we’re both so unhealthy
I feel so guilty
Every time I pray I feel like I ask you to help me
I don’t pray with the hopes to get wealthy
I just want success
I know it sounds selfish
I’ve always been a screw up
I finally got the chance to fix it
I signed a record deal after all these years
I wish I was more optimistic,
I’m really just scared
What if they don’t like what they hear?
What if I don’t make a career out of music?
What am I supposed to do then?
I’m always getting judged
I hate to see my face in the mirror
And I wrote about everything so many times
I don’t have inspiration to spare
I’m barely even here
I’ve been down on the road
And I feel like I’ve been gone all year
Even when I’m home there’s so much pressure to be Rittz
It’s hard to feel like I’m all there
So many wish they could rap for a living
So complain about it’s unfair
Some days I feel like I’ve been living in a dream
Other times feeling like a nightmare
And I need some ideas
'Cause I have a bunch of songs to write
And I’m feeling like my future all depends on this
Gotta rid myself of mirror plus these censorship
Gotta get some confidence up in my penmanship
And I don’t wanna disappoint the fans who listening
'Cause they expecting something incredible in the end
Without them I’m nothing as I regain to get my strive back
I remember when I was a kid and my dad—he would teach me how to play the guitar
Me and my brother would pretend that we was in a band
Musicians in my family would dream to be stars
Only to condensate something that you didn’t attend
That must’ve been playing
I’m the chosen one
So I’m a go tripping and get behind this mic and rhyme
Amen,
Slumerican
Strange music
The life and times of Johnny Valiant