(Verse) Comin' off my last tape Yeah, it was kinda straight I'm my biggest critic though, I know I want a higher grade Dope for the dopeless That's what I strive for On your journey keep on walking Like a pitcher threw ball four Impact is my reward, heart will always be poured Blessed are the poor in spirit, heaven is their reward They ain't trying to hear that though They want dough and simple hoes But then they go and reference God Wait, them things is juxtaposed?! Let that vocab seep in Welcome to the deep end Trying to reach the ma**es but I hate public speaking I'm just on another wave, rhyming in my Batcave Truth can hit you hard and really sting you like some aftershave
All these voices in my head I know one is the Holy Spirit Spiritual foundation, I can thank Mommy & Daddy dearest Feel this good kid's hunger I sit 'n I wonder Will I be a person who is gotten after they are 6 feet under? Saying that I'm corny but Who's she gonna be calling for? When she's tired of the losers she'll be running to my front door But I ain't on that anymore Superman needs Lois Lane Not strong head game But a dime that keeps him sane Even though I'm crazy, could I trust you to remain? Even if we never reach the point of buying our own private plane? Welcome back one and all About to slay once again When you listen to this tape Just know this is Isaiah James!