The Vent (Birthday)

I was only 22 when I first moved

Had to call my mama, said "I don't mean to desert you"

The City picked me up past curfew

And dropped me off in them streets I had to search through

I found it all through them late night shifts

Had to pay my rent

Didn't get home 'til past 2

Still had to make my dinner

I was alone in the kitchen

I was cold in the winter

I was lost and ambitious

With no way to deliver, no

I learned there's no way to fake that life

Took some years, I had to make it right

Now my uncle gone, I pray that he could see the light

And show me that I'm gonna be alright

It's lot of talks about death & I ain't fuckin' with it

but I know if it was me, I'd feel the opposite

'Cause it's the only way to set me free without no consequence

Don't know what the problem is

Yeah I know this sound real ominous

But if I go too soon

Make sure Mama sprinkle me across the ocean

Tell my pops he raised a king

Make sure Kodak got a house & his neck on frozen

Better give it all to Celi & Kristhine

This goes to Dre & Out The Way

And all the people that was with me since the first day

Shit, I swear you all believed me on my worst days

So I ask all of my angels on Earth Help me see another birthday

Help me see another birthday

Help me see another birthday