[Lyric] Penmanship (Th3 Sant)

I take the A to Zs and I make em black on white
It's my pen alone that I trust,it don’t back and bite
Blueprint of my dreams are the verses that I jot
I like the climb straight after fall off
Ceasing before the win is the worst call off
To run a longer race jog is better than gallop
Each day been a lesson and I never skipped no class
Celebrate me while I'm here cause imma be a diplomat
Sorrows guided me to the Oblivion
Whеre I felt like minion
Musics for thе therapy, Investments for the future me
Taken losses for the ones I thought once were a remedy
Clean slates are the skates that we all owe to life
To the fire O2 adds a life,So does scribbling to me
Brown boy I like my rice with curry
To fetch my extra hunger ,I jot my words unblurry
Rest is all temporary
Writings verses are my acquisitions
There's been situations, where I was downgraded in position
Still I rose up like a smoke
Everytime im down its a funeral of old self
The way I do for others when they need the help
The others just bid me adieu in my time of help
Don’t worry I ain't even chanting SOS
This music ship i row from the ages
From dots to sentences i paint all these pages
Welcome to the penmanship
The notepads my dreamville
Struggles here don't bother me
I just jot here honestly
Welcome to the penmanship
I say
Welcome to the penmanship
Welcome to the penmanship

Welcome!
Yo take a seat,fasten your belts
It's gon' be a joyride,we going into depth
Touch down to the lava, connected to the culture
Doing things all propa
Fan of the notorious, call me big poppa
Behind me I hear the footsteps
Maybe it's the bad vibes, maybe it's the enemies
Or is the shadow of hiphop lurking to protect me
I better take the later and concentrate on my things
Twisting my feelings and painting through these alphabets
With no money money how you turn into an alpha man
Keep an eye on victory , write your own history
Too many snakes someday imma narrate
Hiss story
Holding pen I exhibit potential
Holding pin I hold down my word hea (warriors)
If it wasn't for the rap I would never be at home
I’m building my own skyscraper don’t you think if its a bird or plane
It's my plans that’s gona go places
Same emotions different faces that's what I possess
I ain't calling myself best
Still I'd say I ain’t got no competition
Focused on my ambitions
If i don't really make it to the top
To my demons, take me to the top and push from me atop
For real though
(Welcome to the Penmanship!)