Here Comes the Sun 4

 There are 43 muscles in the face. So what does it mean when i use all of them to frown upon my situations. Have you ever had that feeling like, once you were broken you could never fixed? Mirror to my old self like: how it feel to be in the presence of a real nigga. Scratch that I've grown up since i was young i was mean pup. But even a bad dog know with all that bark once you grow up you learn to shut the fuck up. I look at my critic's say please give them a breathe mint for the shit that he got to say. He see me a young man with all talent and it hurting his eyes feeling like he got pepper sprayed. I gotta get something off my chest let my heart pour. Cause this aint just no kanye life of pablo. This is more of a 4:44 with a little trapsoul for the star boy cause the views i had with this girl is what caught her for. When will girls learn that one bad bitch can fuck up a good guy head? Cause he'll be in another girl's face and only see that bad bitch that left him for dead. So he only becomes attracted to the moment because of the moment that he had wuth you. So that good girl get away cause he couldn't commit to saying the words"I love you". How many times i gotta look up in the sky as time fly and sit here to watch all of these "real niggas" go by. When they aint preaching shit but the death to a soul they had and watched it float up high. From bottom of my heart bullshit my heart endless i never not made room and when i didnt i made time. And when i felt deep down i didnt have anyone to talk to i made lines. Some times i thought they didnt hit, shidd some of them didnt even rhyme. Your cup aint even here yet let me speed up the time. 

Curtains up for the show of the artist who paint's but ain't flawless poetry in motion but you get sick from it i finally understand the weeknds starboy video how he kills himself took something he thought he believes in and smash all of his accomplishments and plaques with it dances on it as he feels brand new to reinvent himself burned down what once he called home and into the dawn he drove he makes it look effortless as he say fuck my old life that's all the past all the contrast on the contrary it was trash your live's buried in the library of the things that'll make you mad you're ray of hope blind sides you with the light of the things that'll make you glad that same old song deprives you of that happiness but keep the emptiness of the things that'll make you sad clouds your judgement it's so redundant to make you feel like youre bad mean while that shit rains down you're on the inside looking out watching it beat up against your window now you would get the feel of the word window pain but im different i walk out while it's  pouring down and sit down cause i can't stand the rain but you can't keep a good guy down i use it to my advantage and crawl before i could walk and think of it as something to gain. I could walk through a hurricane call it a shower on a sunny day but what good could it do if i started it anyway i got my own problems no solution but i still solve them not yet though even though I've said all i could say but strep throat it broke my spirit when my grandma asked could she go home even when the cancer affecting nearly her whole body thinking damn lord this is the most fucked up way to go wanna know what even broke me even further is that we had to tell her no im not between jobs but my family feels i shouldn't be looking for one am i ready for school no but it's time for me to be established early and say enough is enough im a breakthrough with screws loose who need to tighten them real quick or they'll come together to form a noose so swallow the pride of my image to become the man i need to be and do what i need to do is what i choose hence the phrase here comes the sun