I just feel like going off, spit it raw, no particular concept
a littered mindset that when it's split from the context
can seem a little sick, a little different at times
Until I find that middle bridge between their thinking and mind
it's quick witted, stick with it and find, yes, I'm insane
I was driven there by the same train of thought that obsession reigned
as conductor; guessing games and phases that obstruct the
Duration of a lesson that's a race for the instructors
Who can take these balls of clay and make 'em carbon copies faster
Then label masterpieces of art across 'em, their stature
is not to capture their heart, but to trap it, trick it to catch it
and take it as ransom, latching the hatch on it's gate and standing
in wait, patient until the phase of plan is in action
a trade of fate for reaction, to face a fatal attraction
a date to dance with the devil, but I'm taking the lead
Name on the deed, paid my dues and this time, saved the receipt
(it's nothing new) I've said it all before, but that's fine
(it's all the same) They still haven't absorbed half the time
(I'd make the move)
(but it never changes) no (it never changes) no (they never do)
What will you say, what will you do
what will you do, when it stops being me and starts being you?
What's this even about? I'll figure out
til then there's bigger fish to drown, while I down a dose of medicinal bitterness, sipping doubt
With it, given'll either drive me to win, or drive me insane
They're prescribed by the same surgeons who's digging inside my brain
to rewire my thinking and to stitch my open heart shut
Glue my open mind closed, and twist my vocal chords up
in order to keep me from speaking 'em both
So I don't plant any seeds from either they don't want people to grow
but neither my heart or mind's where I keep 'em, I hold 'em deep
in my soul, where their biggest scalpel won't even get close to reaching
Seems that most are overreaching and underachieving
None of 'em know how to leave in peace while there's something to leave with
Not til their humble achievements crumble to pieces do they evacuate
and as they trip and stumble to leave, they grab what their back can take
to carry any fraction of dignity left they see
and leave the rest in debris
(it's nothing new) I've said it all before, but that's fine
(it's all the same) They still haven't absorbed half the time
(I'd make the move)
(but it never changes) no (it never changes) no (they never do)
What will you say, what will you do
what will you do, when it stops being me and starts being you?
credits
from HeartBeat,
released May 31, 2012
produced by Kimmoh, 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
