J-Hy Jetson

J-Hy Jetson What I look like chasing that red bone cause she light-skin when I’m dark chocolate yeah more like a mocha mint you know brown and refreshing self- conscious and slightly neglecting but nobody’s perfect it’s when my shoes don’t match my shirts I feel worthless so now I’m girl less I guess I’m heartless that mean I’m beat less wit a soul just as hard as the streets is just Lupe’s talk I can speak this no foreign tongue I’m young loves my weakness my verbal’s able with no one to compete with even public speakers are left speechless I'm never muted underground unsigned were the root is the truth is left undefined my lines are jewels kid ten disciples I stand out like Judas still shine so it’s fine I’m jewel less iceless cool J-Hy my gifts such a priceless tool.