“It’s been assumed I’m soft or irrelevant, ’cause I refuse to downplay my intelligence, but in a room of thugs and rap veterans, why am I the only one who’s acting like a gentleman?, good form, bad taste, pity, what a waste, all that style, not a thing to say, looks to me like a little of your true school, is at the shallow end of the typing, all cloak, no dagger, just smoke and swagger, I hope you’re battery’s charged, ’cause I found this here ladder, now your ceilings don’t matter, check me out, now I got glass floors”
Dessa delivers her usual fire/clever songwriting with that punch-you-in-the-mouth flow.
Is someone underestimating you? Let this be an anthem for you.
Also, if I ever had a daughter, this would be her. 🙂
Be good, do good.
everything, etc. 