Down Boy

Yo, Oakkle, you rollin' in late, Heavy on the scale, but light on the fate, Special ed classes, yeah, you know the drill, Tryna catch up, but you lackin' the skill. Declan got the wit, he’s sharp like a knife, While you tryna find your way, he’s livin' that life, You snackin' on chips, while he’s stackin’ the dreams, In a world full of hustle, you just float on streams. Got your crew in the back, but they ain't got your back, When the tension rises, you just fade to black, Oakkle, you a joke, man, nobody's laughin', In a race against time, you just stuck in traffic. Declan’s got the vision, he’s breakin’ the mold, While you sit on the sidelines, let the story unfold, So step up or step out, it’s time to be real, In this game of life, you gotta learn how to feel.