Summer '97

(Quiece Aziz) I will go after everything god put in front of me I am wonderfully made I am destined for greatness I will change the world Lives will be changed Cities will be changed I am proud of who I am Everything they said I couldn’t do I will do I will not let depression kill me I way not let anxiety make me scared to dream I will not let people stop me No matter how hard it gets I will not quit! When I can’t go no more, I will take one more step When I fall, I will get back up when I am weak, I am strong Because of him I live on!!! (Un-Define) Started in my mind translated to pen and page Had to break my emotion’s out of my skulls cage Guess you call that a concussion then I cough on beats Making them sick, result of robitussin No more fussing tell my story to inspire Recorded in a letter elegant like a squire but I desire To bring the darkness to light Helps me cope with this type of depression I’m tryna fight (this is the outro) Yea now let me go off Tryna make myself a name that’s how it seems Some people I see in this life will attempt it by any means Like making a scene, giving up morals and chasing clout Only thing that matters the weight of the bank account But in the end what does it really amount to Stuck in a box that runs dry like an expired case of Elmer’s glue Then you’re irrelevant thrown out and replaced You was bound to dry up from the beginning man what a waste This genre was intended for unity through expression of passion Attraction to dapper became the rapper’s distraction Check that last line talking ADD Just like doing math we add up and spread positivity Let’s get away from all the wordplay for a second get back on topic I’m under pressure making decisions using reason and logic Throwback to young Sinatra mixtape that’s very nostalgic But any way I’m talking bout the wave of rap that so psychotic Scheming out the diabolical plan to kill the game with finesse Through an art like I’m Jackie Chan I’m just tryna spit the lyrics out like the man Got messages hidden deep like your in-box of spam So many artists paint pictures for different reasons Some of them stay real others change up like shifting seasons Some spit it cold, give you chills like the wintertime Some spit heat, hot 97 on that summer grind Some just dial in in labels tryna receive a call Others preach about their ups and downs like spring and fall I’m just tryna give vision to everyone who feeling down Loaded through the sound and lyrics that I install Begins in 2012 but I was born in 99 By 2016 became like Melly, murder on my mind Stressed out, anxious, sleepless and filled with rage Sleeping on top a uncased and loaded 20 gauge Never grew up on the street Never thought that my family would be stalked Prepped to wake up and take the safety off Through the whole process I learned a valuable lesson Peace is found in chaos, just trust in the God of Heaven!