Lyrics
My story’s triumph over tragedy, could be motivational,
Probably could be movie sh** , but first I need to make it, though,
Maybe if I talk a little louder, I can make it so,
And make it so, my naked soul is laid out and you say it’s dope,
Hopeful, yet I hate to hope, bet you can relate to that,
Keep the world at arm’s length, prolly where it’s safest at,
Prolly need to take a risk, got nowhere breaking my back,
Might just need a break from this, not much more to say than that,
Can’t stop when I want to though, couldn’t if I had to, either,
Even if I had to have a breather, I’m an addict, neither,
Capable of stopping, nor is there another option,
So, ever since my adoption, I’m living the life I’m locked in,
I’m walking the road I’m walking and I’ve seen a couple dead ends,
Lost a couple friends, there’s a reason I’m still here talking,
And I dunno what it is; cause nothing I’ve ever done,
Has ever really been much, but still I feel like I’m awesome.
Still I’m screaming notice me, cause if they noticed me,
They’d marvel how it flows from me, poetry,
And every time they heard me, they would know it’s me,
And they would listen closely, as it flow’s free, cause it’s poetry. (X2)
That ain’t the way it’s turning out; no-one’s listening,
And the flame inside me’s burning out, I’m growing listless,
Need my luck to do a turnabout, this life is vicious,
And that’s something we all learn about, at one time or another,
Need to be as hard living is,
While I’m wrestling the depression that I’m living with,
I got this anger, this aggression and it weighs me down,
I think I’m slipping, thinking I’m falling, what can save me now?
I don’t really know; but maybe I just need to love more,
Problem with that, the realist in me says “what’s love for?”
You got responsibilities and you got dream states,
Some stay at home to watch the kids, but others dream chase, I try to do both,
But you can’t have the cake and eat it too,
Certain responsibilities you gotta see through, is that see through?
Lemme put it this way, kids gotta eat food,
And no one likes a rapper who can only ever speak truth, so...
Still I’m screaming notice me, cause if they noticed me,
They’d marvel how it flows from me, poetry,
And every time they heard me, they would know it’s me,
And they would listen closely, as it flow’s free, cause it’s poetry. (X2)
