Destiny
Why's this world my constant enemy?
And it's always like there's nothing left for me
But it doesn't mean it wasn't meant to be
S'why I'm out here tryna chase my destiny, yeah
I act out, sick of living in the background of this crap town
Under this black cloud with this wack crowd
Distressed with this mess, just wanting to tap out
They threw me in the loony bin and tossed me back out
It seems I'm too impulsive to handle, I gamble and act livid
Ramble but rap gifted, elected cabinet of rap business
This mad cynic is back in it like an ass critic
But there's no horse to get back on, no bootstraps to grab on
The insurmountable keeps holding me accountable
Without a full account of how I'm lyrically powerful
And now I'm pulled in six different directions
That mix distant intentions
Defenseless till I'm bound to fall and re-begin to doubt it all
No timeouts to referee or reward this MVP
On the sidelines, too drained to resource your empathy
My tank is on empty, see, you'll never be next to me
Don't second guess or question me
This quest is just my destiny
Why's this world my constant enemy?
And it's always like there's nothing left for me
But it doesn't mean it wasn't meant to be
S'why I'm out here tryna chase my destiny, yeah
Laid back on a hammock, sippin' mai tai
Lettin' the world breeze by as I'm smokin' lye
Far away from the suit and tie, close my eyes
Listenin' to the wind chimes
Far away from the stress that makes you ask why
Or question life as I'm watching the clouds pass by
L'Chaim, roll, roll, roll the joint faded gently into a daydream
Some type of journey, let's call it my destiny (my destiny)
Contrary to popular belief
Sometimes it feels like life is but a dream
'Til evil taps me and says, "Hey, look at the other side of things."
Choice is mine not to play devil's advocate
'Cause it reminds me of my ego and arrogance (arrogance)
Knowing what sweet dreams are made of these
Aches and pains remain the same
Through hell's fire, it all tries to drain my brain
Have I seen the scorn? Yes, after my sane
Why's this world my constant enemy?
And it's always like there's nothing left for me
But it doesn't mean it wasn't meant to be
S'why I'm out here tryna chase my destiny, yeah
Most say life's a bitch, that's derogatory (derogatory)
And I don't agree
Counter-argument from a darker pigment that's used to being targeted
White kids get tazed while we get erased
Color purple, ain't no color perfect
So why we dyin' for our crimes?
I don't want to rap about this shit
If we being transparent, it's hard to form thoughts coherent
While Black parents don't get to teach their kids about fairness
More like awareness in police presence
Move different or lose existence, that's one hell of a choice
Land of the freedom of speech, well release our voice
Rest in peace to Muhammad Ali (champ)
I pray I got some fight left in me
I'd rather stay armed with a hand cannon in a black hoodie
Like a hunter, if we talkin' 'bout destiny
Why's this world my constant enemy?
And it's always like there's nothing left for me
But it doesn't mean it wasn't meant to be
S'why I'm out here tryna chase my destiny, yeah
Jumping off the stage, trying to engage
Time and time again, it seems my speech is so deranged
Bitches turn a blind eye, they say it's just a phase
But if I end up on the news, they'd say that bitch is crazed
I ain't making threats (nope), I'm just making sense
It's hard to make a point, so many pussies take offense
Meanwhile, they profile us and say we on edge
Just 'cause we on meds, never mind the contents
Never mind that we ain't the violent type
But based on the race of the rampage, they label you and claim
You're a thug, a terrorist or mentally ill
That shit is fucked, careless, and getting me filled with rage
Writing off the page, finding it hard to pace my train of thought
Inside this cage, am I sane or not? Come face the plot
Wishing my rearview was Salem's Lot
But it's not, I can't deal, no puedo más
Why's this world my constant enemy?
And it's always like there's nothing left for me
But it doesn't mean it wasn't meant to be
S'why I'm out here tryna chase my destiny, yeah
And it's always like there's nothing left for me
But it doesn't mean it wasn't meant to be
S'why I'm out here tryna chase my destiny, yeah
I act out, sick of living in the background of this crap town
Under this black cloud with this wack crowd
Distressed with this mess, just wanting to tap out
They threw me in the loony bin and tossed me back out
It seems I'm too impulsive to handle, I gamble and act livid
Ramble but rap gifted, elected cabinet of rap business
This mad cynic is back in it like an ass critic
But there's no horse to get back on, no bootstraps to grab on
The insurmountable keeps holding me accountable
Without a full account of how I'm lyrically powerful
And now I'm pulled in six different directions
That mix distant intentions
Defenseless till I'm bound to fall and re-begin to doubt it all
No timeouts to referee or reward this MVP
On the sidelines, too drained to resource your empathy
My tank is on empty, see, you'll never be next to me
Don't second guess or question me
This quest is just my destiny
Why's this world my constant enemy?
And it's always like there's nothing left for me
But it doesn't mean it wasn't meant to be
S'why I'm out here tryna chase my destiny, yeah
Laid back on a hammock, sippin' mai tai
Lettin' the world breeze by as I'm smokin' lye
Far away from the suit and tie, close my eyes
Listenin' to the wind chimes
Far away from the stress that makes you ask why
Or question life as I'm watching the clouds pass by
L'Chaim, roll, roll, roll the joint faded gently into a daydream
Some type of journey, let's call it my destiny (my destiny)
Contrary to popular belief
Sometimes it feels like life is but a dream
'Til evil taps me and says, "Hey, look at the other side of things."
Choice is mine not to play devil's advocate
'Cause it reminds me of my ego and arrogance (arrogance)
Knowing what sweet dreams are made of these
Aches and pains remain the same
Through hell's fire, it all tries to drain my brain
Have I seen the scorn? Yes, after my sane
Why's this world my constant enemy?
And it's always like there's nothing left for me
But it doesn't mean it wasn't meant to be
S'why I'm out here tryna chase my destiny, yeah
Most say life's a bitch, that's derogatory (derogatory)
And I don't agree
Counter-argument from a darker pigment that's used to being targeted
White kids get tazed while we get erased
Color purple, ain't no color perfect
So why we dyin' for our crimes?
I don't want to rap about this shit
If we being transparent, it's hard to form thoughts coherent
While Black parents don't get to teach their kids about fairness
More like awareness in police presence
Move different or lose existence, that's one hell of a choice
Land of the freedom of speech, well release our voice
Rest in peace to Muhammad Ali (champ)
I pray I got some fight left in me
I'd rather stay armed with a hand cannon in a black hoodie
Like a hunter, if we talkin' 'bout destiny
Why's this world my constant enemy?
And it's always like there's nothing left for me
But it doesn't mean it wasn't meant to be
S'why I'm out here tryna chase my destiny, yeah
Jumping off the stage, trying to engage
Time and time again, it seems my speech is so deranged
Bitches turn a blind eye, they say it's just a phase
But if I end up on the news, they'd say that bitch is crazed
I ain't making threats (nope), I'm just making sense
It's hard to make a point, so many pussies take offense
Meanwhile, they profile us and say we on edge
Just 'cause we on meds, never mind the contents
Never mind that we ain't the violent type
But based on the race of the rampage, they label you and claim
You're a thug, a terrorist or mentally ill
That shit is fucked, careless, and getting me filled with rage
Writing off the page, finding it hard to pace my train of thought
Inside this cage, am I sane or not? Come face the plot
Wishing my rearview was Salem's Lot
But it's not, I can't deal, no puedo más
Why's this world my constant enemy?
And it's always like there's nothing left for me
But it doesn't mean it wasn't meant to be
S'why I'm out here tryna chase my destiny, yeah
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Writer(s): Eric Gorodetsky
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