Family Issues

Pick up that Come from your head Straight from the heart. Even the Best rappers ever had to Start Somewhere, Very far from the end. So pick up the pen. Write down the lyrics that Come to your mind. If you’re not serious, then You may never find The voice inside So once again, Yo pick up the mic pen. The only thing I can think of (Verse 1) Late night thoughts, yeah, I’m lost in the haze, Pick up the pen, let it spill like a phase, Words flow smooth, like the beat in my veins, Chillin’ in my zone, while the world plays games. Heart on my sleeve, got a story to tell, Each line a reflection, like I’m trapped in a shell, Dreams in the rearview, but I’m chasing the light, Writing my future, yeah, I’m ready to fight. (Verse 2) City lights flicker, they illuminate fate, Hustle in my blood, can’t afford to be late, Got my mind on the grind, with my eyes on the prize, Every word I jot down, it’s a piece of my rise. Lost in the rhythm, let the ink find its flow, Life’s a canvas, and I’m ready to show, With every stroke, I’m painting my truth, Pick up the pen, yeah, I’m living my proof.