Discipline

All these years of searching mercilessly looking for myself

Amongst the darkness that submerges me nervously I dwell

Inside my own a thoughts a walking corpse potential black zombie

Stereotypical monkey nothing special just a young g

Far from average though when it comes to bars and flow

This is me at ten percent na let not lie

I really not trying just unwinding mind

Exercising my subconscious bench pressing rhymes

With chest in an attempt to build muscle in this game

But more importantly for my own self worth

So I chip away every day murdering many mics

Wondering if the grass is really greener on the other side