CHORUS: If I could bury myself, I’d bury myself in music/ ’cause life ain’t easy, life ain’t easy, I’m sayin’/ If I could bury myself, I’d bury myself in music/ ’cause life ain’t easy, life ain’t easy, I’m sayin’/
VERSE 1: Raise a glass, and enter through my portal/ If music is my casket I’ll forever be immortal/ Semi disrespectful cause I’m tired of being cordial/ No wait… I’m just tired of being normal/ True friends & family is something that I hope to find/ So I’m looking at the world through an open mind/ And before I get trapped up in the maze/ And go back to my old ways/ I’m just wrapping you this phrase, like a gift/ Take it & receive it/ Making music these days is easier than breathing/ Every chance I get, I do it for that reason/ I call it “The Proven Theory” ’cause I prove what I believe in/ So much to the point, that you believe it too/ These rappers say they fly well, I already flew/ So I take that feeling and I give it all to you/ Before I die on this earth there’s nothing I’d rather do/
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VERSE 2: In my mind, I’ve already died/ My haters can’t kill me, trust me, they’ve already tried/ They’re calling me the truth, so I can’t tell a lie/ And probably when I’m gone they’ll whisper “he’s still alive”/ I’m still alive… And music is my motivation/ Through my heart I’ve got the power to console a nation/ watch me rise to a pro without no hesitation/ and don’t compare me to my peers.. there’s no relation/ and fuck you niggas that pistol whipped me at that intersection/ when I see you in the flesh you’re gettin’ disrespected/ I guess I’m seeing life just how I should/ I always knew I could, I just wondered if I would, but I’m good/
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VERSE 3: Looking down on life, I’m happy how I lived/ yea I made mistakes but, everybody did/ the beautiful thing about seeing through this perception/ it unifies us as people and reinvents our reflection/ so when we look in mirrors, we are filled with acceptance/ cause so much of our lives we are filled with rejection/ it’s almost like we don’t, know that our imperfections are actually our perfections/ im asking through my confessions that…/ we all take a little more time/ soak up in the sun, take a little more shine/ put your hands to work, develop an ill grind/ and don’t be scared to think, develop an ill mind/ yea… I’m tryna get my momma out the hood/ but I’m also tryna get this stupid drama out the hood/ damn… I guess I’m seeing life just how I should/ I always knew I could, I just wondered if I would, but I’m good/