I've been gone, I've been away, I been locked in a cage tryna figure an escape
and I know, though they try, they'll never keep me inside the box, give it time
and I'll break out
the walls that I break down
They try to tell me pick a style, choose a lane and stop maneuvering
'cause if it's hard to fit me in a smaller box I'm losing 'em
but wrong or not, they second I stop confusing them's
the second I sever the knot, dissemble, surrender the plot, get ready to watch the loser win
'cause lose or win, I'm doing this knowing no one can truly get
the genius scheme infused in the ludicrous, soak the roots in this fluid
Potent with nutrients, musical notes I use
to insult the cultures IQ while they're too stupid to notice
So from the airwaves to the underground, all of them want a part of us
some - they're telling me dumb it down, well, I'm telling them smarten up
and if that isn't hard enough, the pseudo critics
who view opinions they have as fact when they fact is that music isn't
but in rap, any bitter fan with the internet's now a critic
with anonymous comments the cowards are power tripping
and that's fine, that's how they're living, they found their niche in projection
they mold their living off spite, I just chose a different direction
I've been gone, I've been away, I been locked in a cage tryna figure an escape
and I know, though they try, they'll never keep me inside the box, give it time
and I'll break out
the walls that I break down
Look I'm still weaving between the scenic and short cut
Still no reason to choose or leave any door shut
When they're border up, my mind's skeleton key
and you're in luck, I use it generously and I set 'em free
but when they reach the outside of their cage and they're safe and sound
That's when they turn around to push me inside it, but shake the ground
When they try taking me down from behind, but I seen them coming
'cause I spend more time looking back at what's over my shoulder than at what's in front of me
so it seems my paranoia's justified
I was shoved inside this category before they read passed my story's cover line
and you still wonder why I try to lead the way
Try forming opinion instead of recycling all these boxes that other people made
and sticking us all inside the first one that we barely fit into
the tradition's habitual, rap comparisons misconstrued
but I'm down to fix em, I'm meant to end as martyr so
what's their two cents really worth appraised to heart of gold?
I've been gone, I've been away, I been locked in a cage tryna figure an escape
and I know, though they try, they'll never keep me inside the box, give it time
and I'll break out
the walls that I break down
credits
from HeartBeat,
released May 31, 2012
produced and engineered by BeatBlocked Productions
Soul-searching hip-hop from this Florida rapper, with lyrics that dig deep and take an unflinching look at life’s questions. Bandcamp New & Notable May 1, 2023