Transmission 1

Raining and draining is the cycle of the day
people complaining and hating giving me a headache
some use a happy light, others pop happy pills
I don't use either, I don't need em, and I'm happy still
I got that PMA, on some Preston Puma shit
Now I'll hit
ya with a message for y'all
a little drizzle never yanked that ball away
like Lucy did, you see kid?
How can people live like this?
In so much blatant ignorance?
News loves scandal and they fixate on the famous
We gotta get a handle on our culture or they'll shame us
we're giving less fucks for the important stuff
round the world they are progressing on issues we've passed up
schooling get worse but the cost is going up
terrorism rising but we do our share of blowing up
generations getting older but nobody's growing up
The first step of success requires showing up
Too many people think they can't do enough
motha fucka, what you scared of?
those dudes doin drugs?
intentions be fucked up,
as black as they lungs
stacks of funds every month
man they life must be rough
only havin to worry about material stuff
like chocolates for your crush
or do she look good enough?
with exclusion you persist, damn
how much you have missed
using that fuckin guest list
gettin all these fiends to flock cuz molly exists
and you've been givin hella gifts
I'm no business man
but a passionate plan I'm enactin man
A fisherman
let my story begin
I rep CO all day
sleet, snow, hail, or rain
rock what I feel tryna mix up the game
I don't do it to impress
Just to emphasize my mindset
to express, my attempt at conquest
of this life we've been thrown into,
the question is within you too
What is the meaning? the purpose of our being?
is it legend? success? gratification? or green?
that cash sale, chaching! all that bling and cheesing?
No, to get that bread it's dough you gotta knead
so whatever you call it, don't let it be all you see
I question that motive, seems bogus to me
But I'm still on my journey
of life and discovery,
happiness, learning, beauty and adversity
taught by teachers who cant teach
confusing each and every student with dumbass techniques
bleak personalities, exciting like concrete
teaching poetry makes her whack cipher complete
I got a caravan of homies who know me
I know they ain't phony
I appreciate the respect that they've showed me
but I cannot guarantee they won't turn on me
When my name is up there flashing bright on the marquee
They dream of being worker bees
lounging under money trees
of zeros to the 6th degree
but it's pure evil, even Francis agrees
dude's THE fuckin homie
how cool can a pope be?
Wouldn't even doubt if that dude smoked trees
but people charging me fees
they got the money-grubbin disease
eat sleep or beat off
jump or ski off a cliff
all things I'd rather do than put up with your bullshit
I say fuck the institutions education
forcing students to learn extraneous information
that has nothing to do with our current situation
it's supplemented with a heavy marijuana meditation
that's got me on my grind without a hesitation
so high all the time I compete with Dizzy Wright's elevation
This school is fuckin politics
ignoring moral conflicts
it's conditioning the children
with judgmental religions and decisions
don't allow the nightly edition
to shape and mold their opinion
make them a proposition
to search for their own ambition
send them on an expedition
to find their definition
make change the true tradition
fuck those college admissions
be on a bigger mission
for knowledge acquisition
to better your position
and society's condition
don't ask them for permission
the government? suspicious
stop.
before they decode my transmission