A Soldier's Story? - Grip

My hunger to be regarded as the best

Is what’s starving me to death

Partially depressed and harboring regrets, targeting success

Bartering bars bargaining for checks

Becoming a star seems startling so I’m vexed

Nonetheless here I am though

Like they shoved a rifle in my hands and threw me in some camo

And told me to go be Rambo

Just cause you got a soul don’t make you a soldier

Every shoulder ain’t equipped to handle the weight of a boulder

Used to couldn’t wait to get older

Over 30 now and jealous of Benjamin Button all of a sudden

Reversing roles to live in reverse feels like more of a gift than a curse

Jogging your memory revisiting birth

And truly get a sense of what life is literally worth

I suppose what I write is like a zeitgeist for life’s highs and lows

From nightlights and tyke bikes to oversized girbauds

To the everyday fight through the plight and providing flows

That speak on it these sonnets steeped in

Ebonics be bonnets how ya sleep on it I count up likes and read comments

Some shit cut deep some bring comic (relief)

Social medias unfamiliar land I recon it

Obtain the info and what I gained was plain and simple

Watch what you feed the soul 'cause the eye remains the window

March to the best of your own drum don’t let 'em change the tempo

I came in this game with nickels

Pockets in a major pickle then made it triple

Was contemplating aiming pistols or slanging crystal

Or crack, or matter fact any pack long as it brought plenty back

Baby boy ain’t conform just forged a formula then milked it

Similac the raps is similar to Cinemax

Who said they could hold a candle to Grip over wax, relax

I’m from the class of Hova and 3 Stacks, Pac, Nas, Big and Slim Shady

Been wavy way before 1080

Having nervous breakdowns like I know the pen crazy

But how I’m supposed posed to make then think think think think

I hit up Tigg bout management that’s my mans and shit

I feel if anybody was equipped for the task he could handle it

Besides the fact this nigga cool

He one of the only dudes I know that actually finished school (damn)

And to me that mean he finish what he start

So just stay down my nigga and we gon' see plenty from this art

I hit up to let’s cook from scratch you got the beats I got the raps

First shit we made was cul-de-sac a classic track right off the bat

Porch came shortly after that hardly any records scrapped

They knew that was a problem dropped snub it was a wrap

Was supposed to hit the road with brent like 30 cities on the map

Then that fucking Rona hit lost out on 30 racks

But many people lost their lives so how the fuck could I complain

Feel like we moving from outside but I feel stuck inside my brain

Is this really what I want?

Am I still in love with this game?

Tigg called like nigga, Eminem just said your shit was flames

Then me and Em hopped on a call and it all seemed fitting

Just a couple days from quitting and the rest is unwritten