[Mr. J]

Staring at stained glass steady tryna get my mind right
keep them dimes like...the barber getting my lines right
I shine bright but play hard to get cause Im hard to get
riding down the lane bitches mad cause my offense hard to strip
bored, thats how I often get when yall talking that awkward shit
find me wherever karma is literally emitting my awesomeness
dudes lack common sense to the point I introduce them to Thomas Paine
hometown refs calling game, when you down its up to yall to hate
I roll with mediocrity in my veins, write philosophies in flame
waiting for God to peep the babble then try to topple me again


but word....sup yall