Why Should I Worry
Why should I
Why should I
Why should I
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Why should I worry x2
Why should I x4

This is for the kid who don't have a dime
Living fine
But people always treat him like a waste of time
Waste of rhymes
Waste of pine
Breathing all the air
But not making a contribution
But given opportunity he wouldn't seem so useless
Let his words come inside you
And create something amazing
Funny he was doing all of this before you paid him
Meaning he ain't in it for the money
Or the honey
That's that passion and pleasure
His heart to big to measure
His mind is on a level they ain't never seen
Mr. clean but with a Afro and a pic in hand
African American
Listening to Nas like I know I can be what I wanna be
Spread his wings and set him free
Let him be
He ain't even doing nothing wrong
But they put him in cuffs because of his skin tone
So why should I worry
Cause I have an open mind
And they hate that
Face facts
Stuck in the past like we listening to 8 tracks
I want that first place rap
Running stealing bases like I want that home plate back
Tryna get the 50's and the 100's in abundance
Then give back to people who have given me all these opportunities
Then give to the ones who look up to me
Cause that's my future
They just need a road to travel on
Become a leader have a group of friends to tag along
Ain't been the same since that method to my madness song
Why should I worry
Why should I care x3
I may not have a dime
But I swear I'm doing fine

I didn't lose my mind
I unlocked another part of it
Think I'm lying talk to my neurologist
I'm the architect building blocks and Legos
Waffles for breakfast told em leggo my eggos
I'm feeling Chinese tonight pass me the egg rolls and wonton
Look at the pretty ladies with they Pom poms
Cheering for they favorite mc of the decade
Told me save some verses for the next page
It's a new age generations colliding
Nothing's private but an island
And even that ain't even private
If it's on the map
I'm coming for the sack like I'm tryna get my quarterback
False start stole about a yard then they brought it back
Like I'm in remission ima play my part
Donating to the kind, fine, and the language arts
You a snake you sylthern into raven claw
I know the law
Tried to throw some dirt on me I brushed it off
If you listen closely I give rhyme and a reason
Momma told people would be changing like the seasons
I treat these ladies decent my dad told me I'll find a way
Carpe diem I have to seize the day