Im a fucking leader
and it is hard to bite my tongue
Im patient
but
it’s
wearing thin
like sobriety
after a few gins
like my wallet
after a few fins
a few nights
a few spills

But my cup ain’t milk
this career ain’t gravy
I got my Pete Rose up
I’m hustlin’ I’m gamblin’
My own big red machine
I mean
I got more on my team
But
I mean
I’m the one
who won’t quit
won’t spit
yeah, I’d stick out my leg
trip you in the lane
cause you were faster
Now I’m smarter
reach around
poke that ball
turnover
pad my stat column
talk in tired
buzzwords
under the radar
I buzz by ya
Before you know it
gonna have a fag
at the top of the sport world
ain’t gonna have to hide
inside is out
and I’m gonna spout
sew those sprouts
count the amount
of influence
amount of people I reach
Nielson will track
the households I reach
the hours I preach
the examples I feature
in my daily
I rarely
misstep
I rarely
misspoke
turning the spokes
in my contemporaries
superiors
communities
making gay a normality
making faggot a formality
I sit silently
but I am acting furiously
yeah I am patient
but for now I’ll bite my tongue
yeah you don’t see me
but you feel me
you feel me
feel me?