Word, I'm ready
Divinity when I spit, this, literally is my gift
Message to devilish industries is kiggedy kiss my, grits
A minimalist, with little to lose, who's willing to miss
Some frivolous loot, due to a different pursuit, the smooth
Slick slang kicker with no parental stickers
Big bangs triggered by potent mental mixtures
Won't lend image or name to peddle liquor
Commodifying addiction makes these predators richer
I speak life word to Sev Statik, some compassion
Our sufferings, buffering on this web stagnant
High traffic pointed toward trife madness
Short punch the mind out of that pine casket
Cadavers of deferred dreams decomposing form a
Foul aroma hot combing through nostril hairs
That hostile air is a lot to bear
Time isn't a commodity I've got to spare
So listen here
Didn't put blood, sweat, tears in
To not be prepared when I got here, kid
It's on me, so you best to believe
That I'm ready, I'm ready
Didn't put blood, sweat, tears in
To not be prepared when I got here, kid
It's on me, so you best to believe
That I'm ready, I'm ready
Slaying my demons is a gory chore, still hearing
Their hearts beat under my war-torn floorboards
Forward and back, circular pacing with rugged feet
My neighbors underneath say they've heard enough of me
The worm seeking, early phoenix, beating the Sun up
But not in the sense of a child maltreated or punched up
No participation trophies for those making themselves
Too cozy to put weight on their own feet (So)
I shed the tortoise shell, draining my Duracell
Aiming for more rewarding forms of wealth
Unplugged Lauryn levels of pain strumming, the rain cometh
Before the summer solstice, drudging through dark tunnels with glowsticks
In the murk, committed to inner work, live and learn
Now I'm Tevin's second album, Trigga's third
Feeling the burn, doing lifts heavy, wrist steady
When you live ready you ain't gotta get ready
Didn't put blood, sweat, tears in
To not be prepared when I got here, kid
It's on me, so you best to believe
That I'm ready, I'm ready
Didn't put blood, sweat, tears in
To not be prepared when I got here, kid
It's on me, so you best to believe
That I'm ready, I'm ready
Recharged artistry, body, mind, spirit in three-part harmony
Harnessing carnal energy, discharge it upon a beat
The odyssey of broken pottery sealed
By liquid gold soldering
Symbolically bursting through, a banner bearing the only phrase
Of MLK's the youth are made to learn in schools
A speech many misuse to morally persecute
And disturb the movements of persons of certain hues
It's much bigger than just me versus you
Undeterred I stand firm and assert this truth
I bond all the words I spew, even jot 'em
In cursive swoops, to give it a touch personal
Every twist, turn, swerve, curvature move that
Averted a certain doom was a learning tool
Grateful that God is merciful, in turn like staffing services
I got this work for you, Purposeful
Didn't put blood, sweat, tears in
To not be prepared when I got here, kid
It's on me, so you best to believe
That I'm ready, I'm ready
Didn't put blood, sweat, tears in
To not be prepared when I got here, kid
It's on me, so you best to believe
That I'm ready, I'm ready
Say when you live ready you ain't gotta get ready
When you live ready you ain't gotta get ready
When you live ready you ain't gotta get ready
When you live ready you ain't gotta get ready
