High Note - Jam Young

Pressure creates diamonds, what if I’m a rhinestone

Unable to weather brainstorms before my mind’s blown

Staring at my Movado, thinking of the time gone

Jamming to a younger self, wondering how those rhymes wrong

Stuck between anxiety and ego

Between a blockbuster film and a flop at Regal

Vets call me A-MC, how, got no dinero

Many checks on my bucketlist yet still stuck at zero

Who’s the Zorro in my world if it ain’t me

Maybe was Cobain all along, trigger no safety

Pilot com-planing, thoughts gotta land safely

Before it’s too late, behind the gate for life like tasty

Praying for patience at 30 is it hasty

Reveal myself and all my flaws, is it racy

Go johnny blaze me, not dame me

Since the trail I hailed to lead, is for the crazy

Cole said, every artist just wanna be loved

I miss my abuela, just wanna be hugged

Passed away before the rona, shit was already bugged

Carpet rough last year, they keep on pulling the rug

Change tougher every year, should I be pulling the plug?

Do y’all want another young, since you already got Thug?

Plus Boy Never Broke Again

What would you do if we never spoke again

If I couldn’t get on a beat and choke again

Would you bump my old shit like Charles Hamilton

More Alexander if you examine closely

Ain’t do it for the bread, tell my homies toast me

Cheers

Now gotta expose the rat race

Manipulation and the fakes

Cutting through the extortation and the hate

To the bad cops who got us copping pleas

As they cop a feel and lay down a knee

Obviously, still need justice for Breonna Taylor

If we don’t see them fired, jail, or prosecuted was this all a failure

Should we just accept the loss and move on

Like cleveland sports fans before Kyrie and Lebron

Ask the crowd is this an allegory

The stands are empty, save that for another story

I’ll tell Santiago when I see ‘em

Got cancer for the fourth time and he gon beat ‘em

Know for fact, can tell when he smile at me

Watching his eldest grandson make ‘em happy

Hiding tears behind those brown eyes

Feel the same way, so gotta make the song cry

Untitled make the song cry

Richie make the song cry

Abuela make the song cry

Somebody make the song cry

(Jam Talking)

Normally I leave the emotional shit for the beginning

Had to put it at the end this time

Still leaving on a high note