It Simply Went Where it Went.

[Geno]

When gen write its like grenades strapped to my chest
Its self destruction on the pages, kamikaze the text
Trying to blow up, j cole bout to join illuminati he says
Fuck the bull shit, if I had the opportunity id prolly accept
Success is my hobby, my vent, the way I let loose with a pen
Perfection means i never have to make up excuses again
I'm just not used to it yet, I used to invent the wildest words
Obsurd, But my eyes weren't open like a child's at birth
My style has certainly come a long way since them days
Watched the dopest writers fall off when trends changed
Used to know love until its brains were blown over the road
Survived my heart being ripped out nd stil roll with the blows
Made many mistakes that I openly chosed, even overly dosed
How I'm here to tell the fucking story now, nobody knows
A lot of good fuckin people must of showed me the ropes
And taught me how to walk away, but couldn't go with me tho
This road is my own, and I don't see an end to it yet
If you believe in such a thing, then your destinies death
I prolly got a few centuries left, and more lessons to learn
And I ain't ever take what wasn't given, unless it was earned
This wasn't a conceptual verse, it simply went where it went
Sometimes I go to write something and it never gets read
My leverage is depth, my flex is just a measure of weight
I bring the controversial truth to you, whatever it takes