Lyrics

This for my younger self Who was lacking in vision Could get enraptured in music But the action was missing Yeah I heard the call But the passion was distant Clearly built for but a fraction of the mission Blunted ashes and image Smoke dreams only passive and distant I was good at living vicariously Through rappers that did it I was ghost - Casper with rhythm Only masked in a schism Laughed at anyone who earned their masters in living I could see the steps ahead But my feet they were paralyzed Cuz what comes with that torch Is the ability to fail and I don't Think that I could handle that My ego as frail as a sandal backs Damaged facts was familiar But, I could handle that And I'd write rhymes but shit Honestly, I couldn't feel em' Pain pushes till vision pulls Mediocrity is that real bitch Gotta learn to handle a ya own But what about when the seal splits You get to see what that real is Metaphorical foot on my neck Face in the dirt and I needed to taste it, it hurt Tears like rain I made mud Beauty out of pain and it worked Blood, sweat, tears... shit That's my holy trinity Phoenix to the Triple three No way to mimic authenticity And this act one from my trilogy Straight dope and no filler Praise hope it gets no realer Reasons that I actually give a fuck about this industry it's people Hearts suffer through pain and heal That's what it is to me And for those who don't and die Life's a tragic wheel So while we still spinning I wanna give you something you can feel Time's precious and it can't be replaced So for now, ya'll family, whatever ya culture creed or race We all human And it's our souls truth that I believe And lives change through powerful art Shit look at me I'm on this stage because of all those ahead of me Indebted to every artist who dove deep into their darkness I'm talking every piece Just to share their story with the world The carnage Heartbreak and the glory Main courses no garnish Just that raw uncut Flawed and fucked up South pawed when lucks up Walled and unloved Alone no plus one And it ain't hard to see the truth No matter the tone Ya'll might not speak English But you're gone feel it in your bones I'm a conduit of the Most High poems And promise before I go I'm a leave you with this Most High Dose I spit these words as a form of medicine My one request of you - is to simply let it in I spit these words as a form of medicine My one request of you - is to just (let it in) I spit these words as a form of medicine My one request of you - is to simply let it in I spit these words as a form of medicine My one request of you is to (let it in)
Writer(s): Robert Ball Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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