False Start

You fired off Like really took off What was it for? What could I do? I was unsure You wanted more I couldn't score What did I lose? I been in trouble Like really been struggling Where am I coming from? Why can't I move? I cannot stomach it My empty stomach Is rumbling I'm coming right for my food I'm at a loss I've been in question And questioning myself like "What did I do?" I'm in a forest Or lost in the woods Which way do I go to find the Deku tree? So long to all those that knew me I'm gone and I'm on to new things Yeah I smell the scent of a new breeze Saw the new horizon On my island It's the day that I set sail And I get Further than I have before and I turn back No turning back for me 'til I get To the wall To door Exit show I don't wanna be Truman, more So I'm stepping out the box that I've been boxed in Boxing me and blocking me, it's constant Dodge and weave between the bullshit, flying Hard for me to fully see the giant Picture hanging In the clouds Head is down I just wanna pursue this more... Stuck in the past replaying all the times I Fucked shit up for me and wasted my time Wishing I could change it wasting my time What's the score? How much more? 'Til I find My way up on the board? Cuz I need a point I need a point... I've been tied up my frustrations Hoping that shit lines up Man, I'm done waiting Like, fuck patience (Man, fuck patience!) I need it now But I guess that ain't how work out (So I) broke the hourglass And scoured it out The sands of time are mine Won't travel without Eye controlla' With a small iota Of confidence Nobunaga Oda How topple I shit Mixed with Miyamoto How I'm wandering Writing my life in some documents Tryna give and earn Cutting lines Because it's my turn But from the past I still feel the burn You live and learn You fired off Like really took off What was it for? What could I do? I was unsure You wanted more I couldn't score What did I lose? I been in trouble Like really been struggling Where am I coming from? Why can't I move? I cannot stomach it My empty stomach Is rumbling I'm coming right for my food Hold up What you thought it was? Just another sad song spilling mad emotions? I got those This is not those Right now I'm feeling mad bragadocious This is a ode To the progress I'm making on my own And deserve to feel myself S/O all the homies who were there For me when a nigga really needed help Now back to you (Sigh) What should I do? You niggas is poop You and ya group? Look like the Koopa troop I mean, really it's cute You get on the mic You say all ya raps And then you get slew In the presence of realness I know you feel it but I thought you knew? Ima go in on em Got my second wind on em Imma get a win even if my life depends on it Tracks see the end when ya find out that my pens on it Cuz I shit on it like I suffer from the bends on it And I "kid" on em Young goat, how I spit on em Sig' on em I may fuck around Go and place a bid on em Not really Just wanna create art And make sure you know that I'm worlds Apart From y'all 'Cuz my heart This my calling Here's my start I'm a star... I'm a star...?