Verse 1:
Burnt eyes from the morning sun
Dreaded since 13
Growing beyond comparison
Headlocked with pipe dreams
It might seem
Odd my many voices
All me
I shift like I'm from cybertron
Family beside me and the demons in the distance
The hate may try oppress but the love is my resistance
No love is my existence and I'm living it
Blessed with gifts before I made my entrance
So theres only room for giving
Man there's only room for growing
Familia taught me doesn't matter where you're going long as you go hard
So I put - time in my craft time and time again
That could be staring through the glass or tryna paint with the pen
Either way it brings me nothing but zen
And without the managent I'm yet to find the time to pretend
But we still kids - and that is not a limiting factor
It means that I can be a hundred mes and not an actor
Give a damn about my age when you see me on the stage
Give a damn about my age when my photos on the page
Packin corn like a 12 gage my time is soon
It's proven no one out here spitting like them kids of June
Thats me, PAC Kenny
That's me - at twenny
It seems I got plenty
Of schèmes that go heavy
A dream that's undying
I fall n keep climbing
I stall and keep driving
I'm used to the traffic fam
Im from Nairobi
Stepping wrong and you can catch a mamba no kobe
I got some sweet n sour in this bottle No Stoney
No post Malone neither
not trying kill my language I'm not Finna pull a Bieber
Cause being away from home it's got me sweating in a fever
I know walking with that tint can get a man a misdemeanor
Im digging for that well I'm not about the aqwafina or Dasani or Evian
This water for everyone
That's free knowledge


Verse 2:
Find me a line between the saint and the sinner
Best Fit for a philosopher, beyond you beginners
Who don't see individuality just losers and winners
Quit to cut the in between and eat my being for dinner
Im tracing back a lineage that leads to greater than me
The mothers mountains fountains grow m flow beyond what you see
N My creator rests on the equator that's where I'll be
When all is
said and done
Before I see the sun
I rise above the playin field these are treacherous grounds uh
Be wary of my weapon these are generous rounds
And this beat I'm bringing is lethal yeah these venomous sounds, are my forte
Food for thought I serve to the clowns
That just bore me
Strutting like they king of the town, tellin porkies
It's corny I ain't having it
Claim to be originators but the style is counterfeit
Desperate to coordinate their future 'stead of living it
Well what's a life if you don't live your truth
Whats a fable when you need no proof
For you belief
all you seek
Is the growth and groove
It's the growth and groove
And I got nothing to prove