Freestyle

(Styles P - Holiday)

I’m somewhere

On an Aruba Island

Deep-sea fishing

Uh! Scuba diving

Still tryna figure out

Who that I am

I mean, who I am

One thing I know is

Well,

My digital lyrics

Are so sick…

Uh!

Uh!

Uh!

Computer virus

I got strategies

Maneuvers

Direct warfare

Or get ambushed

In silence

These canons

Could take down

An animal – a bison

Waiting for

One of you

To throw dirt

So I can at least

Use or try them

Got the bluest diamonds

You couldn’t wear

You couldn’t wear

The shoes that I’m in

The same shoes

I wore

To step into

A room of clients

Give ‘em a sample

Of what I do, yeah

Came to England

As a youth, a migrant

An inhospitable,

Cruel climate

Compared to Africa

But I developed

I developed

In this new

Environment

Going to school

Shouted at

My first day

By a teacher

She was

A gruesome tyrant

Ms. Timmons

But no grudges held

I’m unmoved

And grounded

I’ll never lose

My likeness

I don’t feel insecure

Due to Timmon’s

Cruel violence

Cause when

I look in the mirror

I still love myself