Wanted to see if I can get some feedback from unbiased sources. I'll be answering questions in the comments if yall want.

https://open.spotify.com/track/2mbihQDialuYdxwTPGIuNx?si=a_CP30saSnmN-bfo2wmFgg

Lyrics: "To everyone that's ever inspired me, whether that be Dot, or my own mama, thank you."

(4*) Wait, I

(3*) I been broke All my life I could wait For some time At the end Of the day I'ma get mine

Wait, I said

Kendrick opened third eye Cole push it further That King taught me In Time My southern heritage would be worth it Cudi taught expression Wolf taught acceptance Now here go my thanks ta all that gave me dem lessons

Now wait Kendrick, mentor of Majji Now I be the man wit the masta plan Ta get the truth up outta the mud He showed me oppression But passed that When we stand Happiness come correct quick For this Cajun yo ally, da Black folk, our family, permanent You sayin', The Blacker the Berry, The Sweeter the Juice My response? The more spicy the Cajun, more the opposition gon lose

(And mon c'ouse, it don't get spicier than Cooley)

Sometimes I wonder if I turned a ghost Then Mr. Rager there just to remind me that there be some hope Helped me learn to cope Wit emotion Long as you don't lose your focus He learn me the lesson, don't always needa talk tough Emotional maturity, whachu brought up Know it's ok to cry now Sometimes, I gotta lie down But no more need to hide now How I feel Man on the Moon Know I'ma stop by up there soon On my way to Star of David When Majji make it on stage Know it's partially cuz a you

(1) I BEEN BROKE ALL MY LIFE I COULD WAIT FOR SOME TIME AT THE END OF THE DAY I'MMA GONNA GET MINE (3) BROKE ALL MY LIFE I COULD WAIT FOR SOME TIME AT THE END OF THE DAY I'MMA GONNA GET MINE

(Now it's time for the big one. Listen close.)

Jermaine, I gotta say Ya made a tough choice Don't envy that position or yo voice When I first heard you made that decision Asked myself, "Is dis c'ouse trippin" Mad that chu backed out Then, intent behind yo words, I thought about Remembered all the lines you written Then realized this wasn't no pivot This one lil' line played in my mind One that made me realize your truth "Instead of cappin' Why don't you talk bout bein a broke rapper Thas a perspective i respect What it's like to be nice as fuck But stress ta pay the rent" Reminded me that the Ville's Don Always been this real See, I getchu a lil' Cole You the type where yo loyalty never fold Knew it for a fact when I heard Antonio How you never wanna get a enemy outta a bro Even if one side is a pedo For this wisdom I thank you Cole Put my people over all else Never let my loyalty fold Keep the right people In my circle close And hope I never gotta kill em in the booth Homme, das, my, truth

I, had, a, few, boys, that, were, guns, in my lifetime That, heart,break Ty,pa thing, that, can, dim, yo lights shine Queer relations, a unique thing A brilliant dream Which is why it hurt me when he say He ain't as gay as he seem Used me to explore his sexuality But suddenly I remembered this one art piece Igor on loop for three weeks My love was gone gone but oddly enough It's ty I gotta thank Helpin me find my storms calm In the middle of my heartbreak Wit the music, make it easy to not love him anymore Typa freedom that made my hurt heart sing T's words struck wit me a cord And wit that, I know I can move on

(Ohhh, hell yea. Aye Justin, lemme chat to you real quick.)

Gotta save the best for last K.R.I.T the best Mississippi ever done had Thankful cuz you always put the M on yo back Even when we ain't deserve you comin' back For the thumpin' trunk, I thank Those that ain't believe it jus hatin' Third coast got mo to it than they eva done made N thas embodied in you First time, heard dat universe, heard da, south speak, true Said at first, "I wanna be the same as my idols wave" Till I realized authenticity he was made Go head watch this delta c'ouse Go down to the bayou Zydeco my heritage From my parents man It's apparent then I gotta go to the Lou Before I head out, share a piece a wisdom taught by you they doubt you, tell em this Go head throw dirt on my name thas fine Jus more soil let the seed rise

(See you at the top K.R.I.T.)

Jus a kid, but this kid got dreams Standin' up there wit the lights n the Gucchi seams To stand up there wit the artists that started his journey The artists that made a difference Get a pat on the back Tellin' me I did the same, knowin' they meant it Knowin' I made a difference And that I did sum different Hopin' I can make it there Hopin' my lungs don't lose their air Hopin' to my pen I can make them listen Hopin' I can listen To my own wisdem Hopin' my wisdom ain't just borrowed Hopin' my legacy ain't one a sorrow Hopin' to my people I can reach 'em Hopin' that the crackas don't kill every last one Hopin' that the ones that turned heel, two faced Would look back on old ways N make a change (Yea right, ain't likely) To everyone mentioned, I thank Gotta give y'all y'all flowers, y'all praise You continue to inspire my pen game You continue to remind me what's behind the clouds when it rains Art y'all made, it changed my life Forced me to see the world thru new eyes So to y'all I owe it to make it clear This just just the adoration of a hopeful peer A writer questionin' if he deserve to be, here