Meraki

Yeah You can judge me all you want But if I was to ever lucky enough to have a child Iu0027d love em enough To tell em everything And this is where I would start Back in the days, before iPads actually I was trynna be the fierce one, spittin in ya Eardrum Cuz Kweli did it, spittin nimble and gifted With the likes of Norah Jones and UGK, simply sufficient Reticent in a solemn night in my first digs, Jacksonville NC Nurturing my verses behind a large oak desk Collecting Soundclick beats with the latest HP Still I stay cheap Refusing to buy a bed; a bachelor pad for real My sister on a foldout couch whenever she would visit Iu0027m on a futon mattress, ignoring the insistence to build the futon Rather get my crew on Trey-Deuce-Deuce Producing a EP with a few songs Cheap mic, cheap software, fist full of dreams Wet behind the ears with no kinda fears I do it for the soul One of the few ways that I feel whole The creativity Is vivid wisdom for my liberty Sometimes the love, I donu0027t feel it But Iu0027m too invested to give you up so easily Real Shit! Ah – I feel like something else got me... La-La-La La-La... Meraki, come over here to Papi La-La-La La-La... La-La-La La-La... What! Sometimes I get crazy baby girl you gotta watch me La-La-La La-La... Trynna be the fierce one spittin in ya eardrum With the lifestyle I live, you couldnu0027t compare none Luring other Marines to take pictures in their underwear Claiming I was a photographer and nothing weird Was going on A lonely kid with money to blow After a failed relationship, and they ainu0027t even know Got that House In Virginia, stayed essentially celibate Wasnu0027t selling a bit, but I was buying for the hell of it I used to ride thru Wilmington, Fayetteville, Raleigh, Charlotte Blowing wind in the face of caution Trynna be cordial through online dating They would just talk my ear off; I was patient Meanwhile, scoping my neighbor on the low Saturdays, shirtless, waxing his black Monte Carlo Swapping glimpses, timid, I wouldnu0027t draw close Peeking through venetian blinds, refinancing my car loan I do it for the soul One of the few ways that I feel whole The creativity Is vivid wisdom for my liberty Sometimes the love, I donu0027t feel it But Iu0027m too invested to give you up so easily Real Shit! Ah – I feel like something else got me... La-La-La La-La... Meraki, come over here to Papi La-La-La La-La... La-La-La La-La... What What! Sometimes I get crazy lil man you gotta watch me La-La-La La-La... To my unborn child When he asks me how How I made it How I made it Keepin it real, keepin it real (Yeah, Yeah, yeah) More positivity, less bullshit More brimstones thrown for less truth from the pulpit I was trynna be the fierce one, spittin in ya eardrum Kweli and T.I. in my veins, I fear none Especially when I heard Kwe “Give Em Hell” Religion getting skittish when in reference to my existence And this is how I conceived my artistic mission And this is how I perceived my personal discipline Turning out the females at open mics Alongside Gemynii Evolving as she stole the nights Only my fervency turn curses into blessings Only my urgency turn near-death to new life Viral meningitis couldnu0027t divert my messages And a doomed bus trip in Honduras didnu0027t make me lose sight Eardrum, bumpin in my Chrysler Metaphysical vibes heighten to enlightenment Flowing the nicest through fiber optic bandwidth And more testicular fortitude than you can manage I do it for the soul One of the few ways that I feel whole The creativity Is vivid wisdom for my liberty Sometimes the love, I donu0027t feel it But Iu0027m too invested to give you up so easily Real Shit! Ah – I feel like something else got me... La-La-La La-La... Something else got me... Something else got me... La-La-La La-La...