"Who Will Be There?"

Verse 1 [Fineprint]:
I feel like 50, can't tell who's really there for me
So if you hearin' this, gon' say a prayer for me
I'm confused, I don't know who out there'll love me
It's like I'm carryin' a stigma, people scared to touch me
I'm such a talent, so competition is scared of it
'Cause I'm a maverick, take any challenge, prepared for it
You can't attack it, can't match it, an' can't ignore it
'Cause wit' the Lord at my back, I'm valid to move forward
This light bulb overhead, is pallid, I move towards
The next line, but I can't manage, ya dude's cornered
This writer's block has me backtrackin', this crude sword
Is double-edged; what can I actually do for it?
This feels awkward, I'm hearin' laughin' an' dudes snorin'
It's like they talkin' in back of me, sayin' dude's borin'
I cough up my pride, re-swallow it quick, fumes torrid
Cross up my arms, reclaim bravado, this too important
An' now it comes, the shift of the paradigm
Gift from a clever mind, uplift e'ry time
Many nights sacrificed, Christ heard mine
Go my own way, zeitgeist of the third kind
I could really start a movement if they heard Fine
A melanated da Vinci 'til he's interred, I'm
On the cusp of greatness, in the 21st century
Who will be there to save the memory?

Hook(x1):
At my lowest, walk a beaten path
One set of footprints, which I see, then ask
God where's He been, on this egregious path
Unaware, He's carried me, now I need to bask
In His sunshine, stayin' alert, goin' hard for
Ears an' hearts -- love is what I'm starved for
An' I'll starve more as my blessings are prepared
Askin' y'all again: who will be there?

Verse 2 [Knowledge 10-5]:
A lot of days I was worried
That I'd mess around and get buried, the bullets came in flurries, but
I kept my head low, and let off one shot
A leprechaun covered in clovers told me how lucky I got
I got home so I can cover up my wounds
I hit the bathroom, door locked 'cause moms gon be home soon
And I don't need a lecture, already feel the pressure
Growin' up the way I did, this is what it get ya
I'm feelin' all alone, I ask myself "Who'd be there?"
If I wasn't bald, then you know what, I'd pull out all my hair
But I, recognize I got a life to live, a lot of love to give
I solve my problems like a quiz
That I got back, no red X, just stickers on top
I drop a single bar and wonder when the clappin' gon' stop
I love rappin' a lot, it - hits me in that spot
Every verse I write is hot and burns a hole right through a metal pot

Hook(x1)