Miracle on the Grind

<<15, trying my best. We can do this. 10-0, 10-0>> I know I

fucked up, Mum. Why you ask me? I put the green in the paper like

parsley. I'm where the sharks are in the dark, see. These fuckers shot

me and they marked me. Scars. I tried to make a wife from a Barbie.

Won't work. Like Lauryn Hill said, I'm at the head of the table where

the boss be. King. Sipping on Courvoisier so nicely. Bars.

London to Cyprus, tryna clear my mind. 'Cause they are screaming in my ear to stay on this

grind. I'm lost inside my brain, I don't know what to do.