[Verse 1] Kicked off my shoes, tripped acid in the rain Wore my jacket as a cape, and my umbrella as a cane The richest man rocks the snatch-less necklace Spineless b**hes in backless dresses Wore my feelings on my sleeveless My weed seedless, my trees leafless I miss my diagonal grilled cheeses And back when Mike Jackson was still Jesus Before I believed in not believing in Yeah, I inhaled, who believed in me not breathing in Cigarette stained smile all covered in sin My big homie died young; just turned older than him I seen it happen, I seen it happen, I see it always He still be screaming, I see his demons in empty hallways I trip to make the fall shorter Fall quarter was just a tall order And I'm hungry, I'm just not that thirsty As of late, my verses seem not so verse-y And all my words just mean controversy Took the team up off my back like "that's not your jersey?" Stressin', pullin' my hair out, hoping I don't get picked All this medicine in me hoping I don't get sick Making all this money hoping I don't get rich Cause n***as still getting bodied for foams [Verse 2] Sometimes the truth don't rhyme Sometime the lies get millions of views Funerals for little girls, is that appealing to you? From your cubicle desktop, what a beautiful view I think love is beautiful, too Building forts from broken dams, what a hoover could do For future hoopers dead from Rugers shooting through the empty alley Could've threw him an alley-oop, helping him do good in school Damn that acid it burn when it clean ya I still miss being a senior And performing at all those open mic events High schools, eyes closed seeing arenas And I still get jealous of Vic And Vic still jealous of me But if you touch my brother All that anti-violence sh** goes out the window along with you And the rest of your team Smoking cigarettes to look cooler I only stop by to look through ya And I'm only getting greedier And I'm still Mr. Youmedia And I still can't find Talent And I'm still choosing cla**mates that wouldn't f** Mom still thinks I should go back to school And Justin still thinks I'm good enough And Mama Jan still don't take her meds And I still be asking God to show his face And I still be asking God to show his face [Outro] I am a new man, I am sanctified Oh I am holy, I have been baptized I have been born again, I am the White Light Rain...rain don't go away