I think I need a mental analysis, failing my word dialysis
Could it be I’ve forgotten where I’m from what I’m fighting with?
Eating suppers with Ramen cleanin homes for a bargain
Just a bed and a pamphlet tryna spit like Minaj and dem
But haha I forgot, this world only takes a few
Handpicked like the grapes on a vine that’s what they do
But you need grapes that’s spoiled to get the best wine in the world
so why can’t I climb up to prove that I’m kinda tasty too?
They said “Kayla you ain’t got the skills to be where they are?
They got rappers; they got singers; they got all kinds of stars.
You need to hop on that street with your cup and a guitar
And I’ll be back in 5 years to support you when you’re star.”
Well if that’s the kinda love a friend can give then… I don’t want it
And yes I thought before I threw them all away
They unwanted
They will never understand cuz’ they let their dreams slide through the palm of their hands
The water’s dryin in the sand
Every drying droplet is the end of what could’ve been
I say my grace before I eat my dreams cuz’ that’s when I binge
And I may just be another chi-town girl tryna make it
In a world where if smiles don’t fight like teeth and nails
Then they fakin’
But these dreams are what cure my writer’s block when I’m typin’
I’ve wokin out of my coma
Dialysis was mistaken