[Lyric] Focused (Joe Blacksam)

Verse 1

'And that's what you ought to be
That you're wanting something else is honestly, odd to me
I'm listening and insolence, and dissonance, is it
Seun (Seeing) your reasoning is shit
You don't have a plan...

Nobody, on this globe, be bringing bucks in
Just, because they can
You should be behind the scene
With fame, famo, there's greed

Nah, that ain't gon' get you green
Yeah, it'll get you green
You've heard; you don't need to see

Yeah
Be like Quincy, Joe, n' sell 'em lines
Surely cheesе...shit, if you wrote, boy
I'd have surely, seen
Hеll!
Time can tell, and you've a short story
Poorly, put together, and that's a wrap (rap)

You should, to the utmost, focus on school
'Cause this isn't...

(I've only been holding on, hoping you're about to go
Now, you're stuck in my neck; fuck!
You don't know a thing, nigga
Can all you do is tell me I can't?)

Verse End

Hook

Wow! I'm focused
Don't doubt, I'm fo' 'dis
Seem proud, I've fallen
That's how I'm all in

Hook End

Verse 2

I apparently, disagree
'And that you're the cat, who won't scratch my back's really, upsetting me
Defensiveness, and messiness, are seeing me miss the fact
I could be listless; dissing this
Just assist us with the plan
A hollow man, wallowing, rues the hollow lad
You know, it's true; on two tubes, swaar, I'd ride
Asphalt, with potholes, 'til I'm turning the tide
On ten toes, I stride, and if I dies, I dies

One, four, five, (One four-five) nigga
I'm an alpha, regardless
Nah, I ain't grinding the hardest
I'm still stuck doing ollies
'And if I'm to be honest, I sat too long, on a cornice
On a summit, somewhat, somewhere, in Bloem
Floors below grace

Morbid; in place
Absorbing the norm to get faded
While building borders to forming
Storming; hating being fake
I didn't see me being a guy who gives what it takes
Letting fear hamper my pace
While Ma kept me pampered and safe

Sorta, sorted
All I had to do was record
Also pass, apply and report
My whole, year of contorting
That's merely, what it means to have someone who's supportive
'And I carry guilt like I overheard I was nearly, aborted
I'm sorry, I ain't made it yet
I'm sorry, I'm baking debt
I'm sorry, I take a breath, while my peers graduate

I may lack the follow through
Hollow Youth may be sorely, doomed
But I'ma be whatever I want

Hook

Now, I'm focused
No doubt, I'm fo' 'dis
Seem proud, I've fallen
That's how I'm all in

I'm focused; pound
I'm fo' 'dis
I've fallen
Now, I'm all in

Hook End