Twenty-Three

This is for the kid that wanted to speak, but he really didn’t have a voice
This is for the kid who had shit change, and he really didn’t have a choice
This for the kid for the first half, he was pushed around and called weak
But once he got up on the beat, he felt like he was at his peak
Like he’s climbing up to the top, and he feels like he can’t be stopped
Cuz he knew that he wanted to make it whether they all liked it or not
He ain’t really even have a care in the world
Young freckled kid, and his hair with the curls
Trouble maker, and shit starter
Someone hits him, he hits harder
Acting out and break the rules, mentality of «fuck school»
Like half the teachers were damn fools, he just wants to rap cuz it’s so cool
Dad said «get your shit straight, you’re only in the sixth grade»
8 years later, shit changed, and a young nigga dropping mixtapes
This is for the kid
Who never knew what to do
This is for the kid
And all the shit that he’s been through
This is for the kid
Who’s lived his whole life so confused
This for the kid
Who’s been feeling down and blue
Now he grows up, and he blows up
Every single joint, he shows up
Cuz he knows what’s up
Everybody knows his name when he rolls up, like so what
He don’t fold up, nah
They know he just won’t quit
They take a second look
And they see who it is
It’s the kid that believes, he’s chasing his dreams
Cuz he wants to succeed, he knows he can achieve
And it feels so close, and only he knows
How far he can go, just to make it to his goal
Now this kid’s on the rise, and trying to swallow his pride
He’s staying the course, like ball in the court, he’s taking the game by
surprise
He looks at death in the eyes, he ain’t like none of them guys
They say that they’re different, but look at the image, they’re all covered up
in lie
In a lie, he’s the truth, once he gets up in booth
Can’t get no clearer, no smoke and mirrors, he’s the voice of the youth
He is a voice to be heard, the way that he’s using these words
Proper instruction and sentence construction, and putting it all in a verse
He came a long way since Parkway
When he saw his parents both part ways
Through the bullshit and heartbreak
Through the long nights and hard days
He’s true to himself and real with others, that’s why they call him Triill
Because he knows if nobody can speak out, then he’s the one that will
This is for the kid
Who never knew what to do
This is for the kid
And all the shit that he’s been through
This is for the kid
Who’s lived his whole life so confused
This for the kid
Who’s been feeling down and blue