Map of the Stars (feat. Steph)

Shit, how should I even know How even made it here when the road Only appears when walking blindfold Jog barefoot on broken glass, I know Shit wasn't 'posed to be easy Step to a mic, imagine how they see me Sack of bones, depression And occasional bars I chop myself down at knees, see Before they're given chances To pair judgement with their glance Gotdamn Made this beat And I felt like the fuckin man Niggas begging me to sell it But I had some other plans My shit's not for sale I know what it's worth Every time I make a beat Niggas open up their purse First things first Born ashy & poor All the shit that I grew up asking for Straighter teeth Lighter skin Never got, flash forward I smile wide Gappy. Glorious Y'all gonna see me the way I intended Director's Cut, 3D No edits for TV Motherloving nigga arrived Won't stop Short circuit the mothafuckin mic And, that's okay This Map of the Stars Says I ain't that far Let this song make the case I'm on my way A lil more everyday And, that's okay This Map of the Stars Says I ain't that far Let this song make the case I'm on my way A lil more than yesterday Got a great ball of fire Down in my abyss All my fire can't live like this Got a great ball of fire Down in my abyss All my fire can't live like this Gotta keep MOVING Gotta keep MOVING Gotta keep MOVING Gotta keep MOVING Look I know I need to accept myself Respect what's felt, the cards I'm dealt Inauspicious Gave a name to every scar earned in my life I'll speak slow so y'all get the picture In my journals, ain't nothing but whispers That crawled out the corner of my mouth This voice don't sound too familiar like The first time I heard myself speak into a mic And, maybe I'm too attached to my damage Romanticize all the struggle and the anguish In rap songs and poems I'm holding hands with tornadoes Panic is the only language I know enough to speak in A puzzle that's broken Mismatching pieces That is the canvas I paint on The secret point of it all Do this without needing the fall So, with creative highs comes crushing lows Accolades and the pain Fuckin gross Tryna find a balance Word to Atmosphere Journey with ya boy if y'all folks dare. Free from my chains, yet I still chose fear Only living in my truth when the coast's clear But, I swear to God, I'm trying Breathe in deep, knowing the air ain't mine I give it back And, that's okay This Map of the Stars Says I ain't that far Let this song make the case I'm on my way A lil more everyday And, that's okay This Map of the Stars says I ain't that far Let this song make the case I'm on my way A lil more than yesterday Got a great ball of fire Down in my abyss All my fire can't live like this Got a great ball of fire Down in my abyss All my fire can't live like this Gotta keep MOVING Gotta keep MOVING Gotta keep MOVING Gotta keep MOVING Got a great ball of fire Down in my abyss All my fire can't live like this Got a great ball of fire Down in my abyss All my fire can't live like this Gotta keep MOVING MOVING MOVING MOVING