01. Cutback Season

[Prologue]

Ls

Cutback Season

You see, so many things in life be hurdles, roadblocks

In the way of where you're tryna get to

But on the other hand...

You're at the editor's desk

You're the captain of your own ship

Fighting against the currents

Fighting against the wave

Tryna weather the storms

But you have the power to control what you keep

And what you remove

So I'm cutting back

Cutting off all the fat

And cutting me some slack

[Verse]

See, I've been held back

I need to move forward

To get these desires of mine before I recline

And fall asleep for a good time

No guarantees of a next life

Feeling lethargic

And I've grown allergic to all this bullshit

Accustomed to the naysayers

All of the doubt in the world couldn't' hold me back for shit

They think we can't do it legit, well, I'm MC Hammer, bitch

They think it's a game and I couldn't finish it

But playing Assassin's Creed II taught me different

And so I'm never gonna give you up, 'cause I'm persistent

That's you, dreams – I'm talking to you

To H-U-D, son, I'm still walking because of you

Now, daddy's gonna run, daddy's gonna drive

Might crash, might fall, but all in all, I stand tall

And daddy didn't achieve his hoop dreams

But I'm gonna ball – that's for sure

At 27, soon 28, I look in the mirror and say

"I know who you are"

Trauma didn't break you, and neither did the heartbreak

Though it couldn't mistake you

Neither did all the lies and the deceit

The racists, the judgmental people

Who only looked through the peephole

To be nosey and provide criticism