"A King's Thoughts <Interlude>"

Time is money, an' mine's lookin' like a Audemar
But I spend it writin' my arm off givin' y'all the bars
When it's time to drop, where the fuck are y'all?
Claimin' you fans, but never there to give me my applause
I work hard for that credit, put the time in
Steadily inclinin', losin' myself in the process
Hopin' I don't start declinin' or get obsessed
Wit' workin' too hard to prove myself to non-believers
They wanna write me off, put me wit' odds an' ends
But one's trash, is another's treasure
Too deep for one to fathom wit' inadequate measure
But some find pleasure, in proddin' me into the deep end
Into a cesspool, but that's where I found my crown
Pluckin' jewels from it when I write rhymes down
See, it ain't about bars anymore
An' honestly, it ain't really that hard anymore
Used to make enemies, now there's no more beef
If I don't like you, just don't like you; let it be
That's time an' energy better spent on fresher concepts
I leave the ana in the past, under rug swept
I push it forward, buildin' a future wit' my girl
Givin' her a hard time, but she know-- she my world
It's always off an' on, we act like kids
Petty is, as petty does, on that brat-type shit
Only Lord knows why we act like this
Cussin', each other out, then come back wit' a kiss
A bunch of I love you's an' apologies
To erase the fuck you's an' the mockery
I must admit, sometimes it slows me down
But despite it, she's the only one who holds me down
Mainly why I never left her for Genea; she holds the crown
The queen to my fuckin' king, she knows her ground
It's partially because of her that I growed my sound
Matured wit' my content, to explode an' astound
She's the drivin' force for my grind
An' the voice in mind keepin' me level-headed
Everything she does for me, vow to give it back
Five-hundredfold, that's why I gotta get these racks
Stacked up, I been procrastinatin' too long
Most wonder why I haven't moved on
From this fledglin' career, but I'm dead sincere
This been my passion, since I - was prepubescent
Above average intelligence, but a genius of burden
Wasn't meant to be like Ben Carson, the brain surgeon
But I ain't hurtin', I remain inclined
To bless this world wit' the novels, art an' rhymes I design
10-5 told me the other day, I really got my craft down
I'm happy someone acknowledges my crack now
I don't do this shit for nothin'-- I love the accolades
For the tracks I've made, a few have even got me paid
An' there lies the key to a brighter future
I hold that doorway in my hand, watch me write the future

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