Bars.from.a.poet

Whoop

What's up y'all, this is Bars from A Poet, you feel me

Is this thing on

Mic check, mic check, one two, one two, I live two lives, one for me and you don't live

For me, but you

True this youngin, can be inconsiderate and rude

When I wake up on the wrong side of bed with no food

I'm hungry, at least we got our beds, motherfuckers out here homeless

At least you got your head, motherfuckers it's lonely, I'm tryna get ahead, but the world to hold me

Back, the only time somebody really got that

So I rap with my back against the wall, going harder than them all, till it tumbles and it falls, practice makes progress I know I ain't perfect

Worth it, deserve it, constantly learning, I earned it, and fuck your validation, I'm working