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letra de journal entry 2001 - little rockstar, young renegade, al

[intro: little rockstar]

what’s more important – your pay
or your patience ?

imma speak what i live, uh yeah
imma speak what i live, uh yeah
imma speak what i live, uh yeah
imma speak what i live

[verse one: little rockstar]
bipolar work ethic, lyrically learnt lessons
in the mirror my reflection & direction
had to change like my perspective
to cope with day to day stresses i immerse into these sessions
which puts some strain on my connection to the world that i inhabit
vibes were thrown my way, i tried to catch em’
almost had it
guеss that’s my loss, just now i’ve thought
“has any message comе across ?”
whatever lie you wish you bought, doesn’t matter it’ll cost
directionless, life in my mental
boxed out, penalty
what the f-ck is my luck ?
confrontation i avoid and evade, try to duck
somehow i’m still here stuck just spiraling to what?
six flights without a plane, jane smoke again
super like nova, nova like caine
but the bars what i’m raising
cuz you know that i’m able
to make it to my target takin’ east west maple

[hook: little rockstar]

the spittin’ image of my dreams but it’s not what it seems on your cell phone screens
the labels manufacture streams
it’ll k!ll you to achieve, what they want you to believe
don’t let ’em ’ take your free thought you have responsibilities
honestly i must say it only comes with age
but it ain’t something you can measure categorically
here’s a little thought about when everything you’ve sought starts to lose it’s substance and it’s authenticity
run at all costs before you get lost
in the vicious cycle of toxicity
you don’t want to seem soft, they say your talents pretty washed
just know to give up on yourself is a great atrocity
[verse two: little rockstar]

listen to me lean, but i don’t sip or pop a bean
i used to smoke weed to cheat my insecurity
now i’d rather beat it & treat it, speaking preferably
is that who i’ve always been but grown into maturity ?
working off the muscle, obliques
holes start to fill a whole week
everything i feel but can’t see
when you take it all away, what is me ?
i find it so hard, still find it so hard, still find it so hard to believe
i want to know if i will, want to know if i will, wanna know if i’ll feel complete
in my mind, still in my mind, still in my mind with the grief
how could i be so blind, could i be so blind to myself, unrecognizably
i gave my own pride priority
only proved to be mistaken, sorely
finally some reconciliation but it’s funny how i found it when i no longer when lookin’
took awhile and let my work speak for me
each week more maturity
briefly in authority
conducting myself orderly
leading by example, hair blowing in the wind
bleeding in the grass, knee, a scab where it skinned
covered in my sin, giving it to him
trying to control my natural urge to want to win
unwell within can’t fight aggression with aggression
trial and error, criticism and correction
[hook: little rockstar]

the spittin’ image of my dreams but it’s not what it seems on your cell phone screens
the labels manufacture streams
it’ll k!ll you to achieve, what they want you to believe
don’t let ’em ‘ take your free thought you have responsibilities
honestly i must say it only comes with age
but it ain’t something you can measure categorically
here’s a little thought about when everything you’ve sought starts to lose it’s substance and it’s authenticity
run at all costs before you get lost
in the vicious cycle of toxicity
you don’t want to seem soft, they say your talents pretty washed
just know to give up on yourself is a great atrocity

- little rockstar young renegade al

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