Figure It Out

Some how, some way, I gotta make it some day. I don't care for the fame, don't care if u know my name. I just wanna provide for myself, does that sound lame? I know somebody out there can really feel my pain? I know I can be successful, I just gotta figure something out. I wanna be the first Jon Rhem, whatever that's about. I got way too many interest, I gotta figure something out. I don't need any diamonds in my mouth. I just wanna be well off, make my momma proud. That's the only thing I've cared about since I was a child. I wanna make my daddy happy, but momma comes first. She's the only one who really cared since my date of birth. I know I got a way with words, the metaphors and verbs. Maybe I can write my own success before I'm put out on the curve. And when I one day meet her, I want my woman to be proud. Know that she has faith in me when I flash her with a smile. I gotta figure something out, cause I'm running out of time. Maybe I can make some money off these little simple rhymes. But in the mean time, I'll fill these textbooks in my mind.