“[James Baldwin]: 
“I’m going to improvise, like a writer, on some assumptions. 

And, though I feel a little uneasy in doing this—and saying this—nevertheless, 
what a writer is obliged, at some point, to realize 
is that he’s involved in a language 
which he has to 

change.”

[1]
He walked from just above rock bottom, to not stardom, 
but starting to understand my problems are probably all my own. 
And know, homie, I’m holding my own, 
owning my own plan like the man I was destined to be. 
A dot desires the finer. 
Denies the defining. 
He lies where the diamonds you find in the rough are stuffed—
No fucks given. If it’s just living then live yours. 
I’ll live mine, and we’ll cross courses in due time. 
If not, then no bother, I’m hardly at odds wit it, 
I chill—a homebody—attracted to odd women. 
Party wit’ gods—nope, not church, not a façade. 
I read books for fun, make students out of a squad.

It’s not a game, not the same shit you’re used to. 
I do it cause I find it suitable – and hope you will decide it’s beautiful. 
But never my aim is to make what you want how you want when you want it,
I make what I like when I write. I’m alright when it’s right, so I’m writing this here in this moment.

[Hook]
So, fuck what you want.
I write what I what I write.
And I’m cool. So what if you don’t.
I like what I like.
I’m impatient, and blatantly making my statements despite
any space of complacency. 
I write what I like.

So, fuck what you want.
I write what I what I write.
And I’m cool. So what if you don’t.
I like what I like.
I’m impatient, and blatantly making my statements despite
any space of complacency. 
I write what I like.

[2]
Every time they say, “I’m different” I hear ‘em but I don’t listen.
I’m near ‘em, but I don’t feel like we close to the same position. 
I spit like I’m on a mission to kill ‘em. A mercenary, I hit ‘em 
with verses dare ‘em to stand toe-to-toe wit’ me. 
I’m ready, but they ain’t really ‘bout that do it ‘cause they do it. 
They be doing what they thinking everybody else be doing. 
That’s stupid. 
I’m on that do what I be wanting to hear. 
So, if you like it, then that’s cool, ‘cause I got more of it here. 
And If you don’t, then that’s alright, you can move on to the rear. 
It ain’t my job to make you love it if you don’t, then it’s clear. 
So it’s back to the black hoodie, back to the black fitted, 
back to the basics. Hate it or take it. It’s black business. 

It’s not a game, not the same shit you’re used to. 
I do it cause I find it suitable – and hope you will decide it’s beautiful. 
But never my aim is to make what you want how you want when you want it,
I make what I like when I write. I’m alright when it’s right, so I’m writing this here in this moment.

[Hook]
So, fuck what you read.
I write what I what I write.
And I know, but fuck what she said.
I like what I like.
I’m impatient, and blatantly making my statements despite
any space of complacency. 
I write what I like.

Fuck what you read.
I write what I what I write.
And I know, but fuck what she said.
I like what I like.
I’m impatient, and blatantly making my statements despite
any space of complacency. 
I write what I like.


[3]
No shade, but this rap shit’s so played, and filled with actors, 
and scripts it’s like Hamlet, quite the cast of characters. 
I find it precarious [look it up]. 
I just want to do what I do, and I look at us 
and say, “Do it. 
No pretense. No pre-rinse. No pretend. No free days. No weekends.” 
Know he spends - notes and ends - with lonely friends, 
from the start until the dope beat ends. 
And while I’m at it, that’s Preme on the track, give him a hand for
keys, strings, kick drum, snare—it’s just a sample
of what I’m saying we do, and we got ample 
ammo. 
Joe, we cool like a pack of Camels.

It’s not a game, not the same shit you’re used to. 
I do it cause I find it suitable – and hope you will decide it’s beautiful. 
But never my aim is to make what you want how you want when you want it,
I make what I like when I write. I’m alright when it’s right, so I’m writing this here in this moment.
.
[Hook]
So, fuck what you think, 
I write what I what I write.
Do you. Drink what you drink.
I like what I like.
I’m impatient, and blatantly making my statements despite
any space of complacency. 
I write what I like.

Fuck what you think, 
I write what I what I write.
Do you. Drink what you drink.
I like what I like.
I’m impatient, and blatantly making my statements despite
any space of complacency. 
I write what I like.

[James Baldwin]: 
“I dropped into a silence 
in which I heard—for the first time really heard—and began to be able to try to deal with 
the beat 
of the language of the people who had produced me…

I was able to hear that music….”

[Additional vocals: Bad Dreams]” 


The Song I Should Have Written [Produced by Preme]

https://soundcloud.com/caakkuun/lost-things


The Song I Should Have Written [Produced by Preme]

A.D. Carson