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Rightful Disciple

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Hey, hey, hey, hey I'm 23 now kids
Please don't look up to me
Jordan Year
I know I got a buzz to beat
As more appear
I wonder if they're loving me 
Behind my back stabbing with all of the cutlery 
It's fuckery
In a world of all this fake shit I wonder am I something seen
Or am I just hanging on by my Dungarees
If I blow up someday, it's lucky me

I'll appeal to the masses from this Sunday seat
These are all raw thoughts under a sunny tree
Jeez all jaws drop when I'm on the beat
Please mom don't call when I'm on the beat
Cuz right here is where I want to be
To my dad I hardly speak
Cuz I have all these dreams
Where artists leak
Music and it's all discreet 
They use it
But that's all they see
uhh, uhh, uhh
Not the person behind it
Cuz their verses are blinding
Every word that they're rhyming
It ain't worth it if you hurting your momma
We ain't perfect cuz we purchase the ganja
Just to slurp on the ramen
Man, we surfing on dry land, get it?
We resurface for shaolin
It is never a challenge 
Manage the money we countin'
Hundreds and thousands
While this falcon hunting for talent
We ain't never tucking our talons
Man, it must be my balance

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, yea, yea
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, yea, yea
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, yea, yea 

Hey, hey, hey, hey I'm 23 now kids
Please don't look up to me
Jordan Year
I know I got a buzz to beat
As more appear
I wonder if they're loving me 
Behind my back stabbing with all of the cutlery 
It's fuckery
In a world of all this fake shit I wonder am I something seen
Or am I just hanging on by my Dungarees
If I blow up someday, it's lucky me

But it's all for free
And it's on repeat 
I just give it to my fans
Cuz honestly
If they wanting me 
I make sure they fed when I forgot to eat
When I forgot to sleep
I make sure they dreamt 
Cuz this muse is calling me 
And my music is all they see
So pardon me
If I change for the weather 
Will you fall for me?

Yo man this shit is too wild 
I never thought I'd be here 
I made a few mistakes that derailed me 
And costed me my future 
For awhile I was depressed 
But, I always felt that music was my therapy 
I would write when I'm stressed and somehow it'd calm me down 
See in high school, my parents were going thru a divorce and I would just sneak out
On the days I couldn't handle it 
I would go to the park by my house, open my sunroof and stare at the sky 
Listening to beats, freestyling, shit sometimes I was there for a cry 
It was my release 
Music was somewhere to hide 
The stories I would tell, 
Embellishing my own experiences or exaggerations of my feelings 
About not feeling useful 
That I was only good at a lot of things 
But not great at one job
The only thing to ever stay consistent in my life was my drive to create music 
I guess it was meant to be 
For everything to happen the way it did 
Cuz I was meant to speak 
For music my heart was meant to beat 
Mentally I named myself Disciple 
Cuz it feels like this message was sent to me 
Ya know growing up I was very religious 
And although I've strayed from my spirituality I still believe what my pastor told me as a child
He said he saw great things in me and that I was put on this earth to make a difference 
He didn't know what it was and at the time I didn't either

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