Yeah this that Chicken Soup, My written truth, hope you feel it like a missing tooth I'm barely started, I'll be rappin' til I'm 52 My flow bubblin' like IZZE juice Saw plenty peers move ahead, now I'm ready too They call me Wez, but Rei's the name I didn't choose My given name, Japanese definition: To entertain, and perform for the gods Damn, I guess my mom already knew what I was meant to do, uh And for her, it's all gratitude Like ratatouille in the hat, showed me how to move My attitude wasn't great, But I'll be glad to do my best to reduce all the stress I was adding to It's funny now, I got enough of my own, Taking toll everyday, all the more that I grow Maybe it's a generational curse, I been trying to find light with my face in the dirt Yeah, doubtful of those who been making it work And feeling pity for myself like "what I'm facing is worse" Goddamn, man I'm going crazy for sure Just hoping at least some of you relate to these words, And feel the realness in the images I paint with each verse, Chicken Soup on a plate to be served, Faithfully yours, Atlas