[J.P.]
Visions of falling to a silent death
Don’t understand so yes the only option is to be the best
Every breath, every moment for success
Hungry and I’m blessed but this life is full of stress
In the midst of oppression, aching hearts and depression
There’s a lesson to be learned and some room for progression
Don’t plan to beat the rest in this profession
Listeners discretion is advised, take some time to revise
Not to leave you surprised, but a message in disguise
Gotta search cus it’s cleverly devised
For this game plan, let me say that you can call me Durant
An assassin on the mic, there’s no need for a hitman
I just need all of you to understand,
Open up your mind cus you’re witnessing first hand
Ya’ll can do it on your own without a grand
You just gotta own the music and believe that you can

Life’s a bitch and then you die
Life’s a bitch and then you …

You and I we best believe we got a rendezvous with destiny
Visualize the limitations leading to mortality
Creative thinkers listen and appreciate simplicity
Bunch of tangled dreams that play a part in this reality
Music is just one thing that keeps me from depravity
It’s not about the vanity; looks can kill but still deceive
Eyes, they lie; not everything you see you believe
Can you feel the wind or is it just make believe?

Flowing against the current not to say that I’m a rebel
But to be a stand out from the people who want to settle
I am mastering this craft, without the cheese and the mac,
No miller light, no need for crack,
Without the weed I still can rap
Rewind, this the part where ya’ll could take a step back
To unwrap, unfold, this lyrical track
Might sound a little cocky, confident in fact
Cus I gotta make my name known to this game called rap, without Shaq
This is not a temporary act; So how you gonna criticize or talk that smack?
If you know what I’ve been on, I’m ready for attack
Let’s go, there’s no time to relax
Improving up on everything that I don’t lack
Cassius Clay in his prime, watchu know about that?

It’s been a long time coming, can’t run from it
Dreams chasing me like I owe them something
It’s J.P. on the mic, and it’s John when I write
But it’s my heart and my soul every word that I recite
Every single night, writing, making moves
Inspired by the light from the stars and the moon
Mama says, “Patience your time will come soon.”
And I’m praying for you.