Legend(Z)

I need to be respected,

I wanted to be a legend-

I wanted to be the best like ash Ketchum,

-This is not alleged,

This is the beginning of my blessings,

And the ending of my therapy sessions…..

There ain’t nobody cut like me,

Can’t nobody walk through fire,

-survive the storms, -give all glory to god,

And still don’t give a fuck like me,

Therapy sessions turned to jazz man’s blues……

And lethal weapons turned docile with every single step I move,

Obviously I-know that hard times, -make for good recovery times,

I’m catching up,

success is coming quick-No time to freshen up,

Admitting that I fell behind myself, means I’m not fast enough….

I know well……

Now I’m like a blur, you couldn’t even catch my coat tails,

Call me Steve kerr……

I’m taking shots-I know my form well,

I came a long way from cold showers, dirty motels,

Now I’m working hard, I’m vip at all the hotels,

Who woulda thought a dude like me…..

Would’ve overcame and changed his life like me?

Yeah……

Therapy sessions turned to jazz man’s blues,

I played my pain for empty hearts,

And Made a bumpy ride smooth,

Every song got a story, every note I use,

To remind me where I’m from, and what I could not lose,

Therapy sessions turned to jazz man’s blues,