yheah.... I don' even know what I can speak about... Not even sure if we can all casually say this is a Raplover Intro.... Just been having things goin' through ma mind...so... Yheah... Uh... Raplover... Listen. lemme tell u what im thinking... Three in the morning, eyes red, phone bright, One small thought turn ten by the fourth night, Read one text twice, now I'm lost in my head, Say "I'm good" out loud while I'm scared in my bed. Found one escape, let it numb me for days, What helped for a minute had me stuck in a maze, Then I saw a prophet writing words in the rain, People walked past while his message got washed away. I don't wanna disappear just because I'm hurting, Don't tell me I'm fine when I know that I'm burning, If I'm numb, let me say it, I don't gotta pretend, Sometimes staying alive is where the story begins. Mama stretched a few grands till they couldn't stretch further, Bills came quick, every paycheck got shorter, Rich get richer, poor get told, "Keep trying," Rent keeps rising while the paycheck keeps dying. Everybody's online, still nobody listens, Everybody connected, still drowning in distance, That prophet kept writing while the rain killed the message, Maybe nobody heard him, but fuck it, he said it. I don't wanna grow up if growing means forgetting, If every damn dream gets buried by pressure, I'll protect what's left, even bruised, even bent, That stubborn little spark underneath my chest. Got the gift in my hands but the door stays locked, Watch people get deals while I'm stuck on the block, Rich in the skill, but broke in the outcome, Gold in my head, but there's dust in the wallet. Broken chair underneath me, still I call that shit a throne, Whole damn future sitting right inside my bones, Talent ain't money when nobody gives a damn, So I'm building from the floor with whatever I have. Maybe magic ain't waiting somewhere in the sky, Maybe it's the reason we still refuse to die, Maybe growing up don't mean becoming cold, Maybe broken things can still carry something gold. I think too much, then think about what I thought, Make one small problem feel bigger than it's not, Blame the world, then blame myself instead, Want somebody to find me, won't ask for help. "Maybe they don't see me." "Then make them look." "Maybe I'm unlucky." "Then rewrite the book." Fuck waiting to be chosen, fuck counting who's winning, If nobody sees me, I'll build till they listen. The kid with the cardboard kingdom ain't dead, Still sees whole worlds in the shit on his desk, Still looks at the moon like it's following home, Still sits in that chair like he's sitting on a throne. Maybe being unseen doesn't mean I ain't shit, Maybe I just haven't made them look twice yet, The rain washed his words, but the thought still remained, So I'll turn every fracture into something they can't erase. Maybe magic was never in the trick... Maybe it was just believing long enough to keep looking. Maybe the chair was never really a throne... Maybe I just needed to remember who the fuck I was. Yheah... Raplover...
