Cursive

I call this cursive

Immersive for the ones that thought my dreams would die in hearses

Rehearsing bars like daddy told me I would have a purpose

All my sensei's gave me pressure cause they told me that i was worth it

My life's an instrumental

I can never shut my mouth cause speaking key essential

Pulled my music from the dirt like I'm Adams lymph notes

I've been working on my tone but I still play the C note

So I'm working discipline, breaking bread to get close

Been rocking Jesus, check the closet, don't you like my new clothes

Holy Spirit dripping, candy paint with a new glow

I've been prepping up my legs to walk the streets paved of gold