It Is What It Is (Goddamn Freestyle)

[Verse 1]
Sky drip tears, city sipping that gray
Palms sway slow, where drama don’t play
Barbershop legends, off the tip with the fade
Paper chasin' every dawn, till the twilight stays
[Verse 2]
Sneakers scuff cement, echoes beat through the block
Rhyme sharp, splitting atoms when reality talks
Dreams in the whip, pushing fumes full of thought
Gas tank low, still gripping the rock
[Chorus]
It is what it is, goddamn
Life in the hands like contraband
Running scheme flips, no set plan
Just a boy chasing storms, barefoot in the sand
[Verse 3]
Pacifica winds whisper sins through the mist
Scribe my own scripture, every scratch on the wrist
Commerce and chaos, cash canister twist
Dollar bill sermons, praise the fools and dismissed
[Bridge]
Steel streets bleed, under moon so hushed
Columned by shadows, silence interrupted
West Coast gospel, trapped in the rust
A choir of engines, heaven won’t trust
[Verse 4]
Real recognize survival, scars trade tales
Mailbox full, past dues, advanced sales
Underdog dreams, wear courage like nails
Hold the weight of infinity, till judgment derails

ambient west coast, trap, rap, male vocals, freestyle, ambient