Lights

I used to want to take the Earth over

And became universe over a verse

My vision grew and my growth spurt

Now I'm sixteen and just hit six feet

Big things, dream larger, for that you got to sleep more

Desire to run rap off principles

See more blinded eyelids, open up

See more coming up, got Rakeshe on my seesaw

We are destined for greatness

Heard hard work and dedication gets places

I've been nothing but dedicated

Facing 'em, finna rise up like facelifts

Fourth grader, scared in his own basement

I'm making beats, the class talking bout spaceships

Paper airplanes, beebee guns and guess

These are my days of recording on cassette

But now fubu's gone, and I got buku pumps

All my jerseys worn, in Jersey I performed

Not bad for a little nigga like myself though

I'm like a stalker, I just follow where success go

Set goals, make it happen

Best goal, make it rappin'

Nothing in my pockets but lint, I guess I'm fastin'

But they don't chant my name and they don't call me Hov

Like what good is being the best if people don't hardly notice

More than a song, I'm surrounded by wrong, right

And sometimes I feel like they don't feel what I write

Maybe the will they next day like a long night

Call it a hangover, 'bout to take the game over

Lights

It seems to me you're kind of an icon

For someone who

I don't really give a fuck, when you get right down to it

But the prosperity led to greed and possessiveness

For someone who can see the um bad things going on but not let it sort of harden your heart

I don't care what happens to my um my species because I think this species has squandered great gifts

Namely, and especially, the gift of this mind

So I pulled away emotionally and I said you know what fuck 'em

Let 'em do what they want to do, I'm gonna enjoy this shit as a spectator

The rise

The decline

Do you have any advice for people on how you can still stay engaged in the world and not just go insane with anger and resentment