Well Even in that deep misery I felt my energy revive And I said to myself In spite of everything I shall rise again I will take up my pencil Which I have forsaken in great discouragement And I will go on with my writing From that moment Everything has seemed transformed to me
Fuck all your noise Fuck all your noise Imma scream louder than all of them boys Can you believe it? Of course you didn’t Imma take vacations only when I’ll be gone That is my choice I love my choices I’m hella sick but I still got my voice Cruel summer in the vision So I’m making songs trying to bring back the shade of my force
Fuck all your coins Talk all you want If you got no strategy We gon’ move on Give me strength for the next months of my life I got too many ideas Not enough time Not enough space but inside of my mind ‘Bout to hire my b for the customer line I made 10K this week I gave my momma 9 But the money won’t ever stop me from the grind
I feel it coming I won’t get no grace I feel it coming I won’t ask for help This summer’s already has a taste from Hell
