With In
Want to be myself
But i feel like the light is not shining thru
Another life and time
I might of been the guy that died in youth
Or hide in suits
And shower troops with designer truth
Striking the root
Like the axe that cut washington's goof
Where's the soup
Been bumming since my last pursuit
Pennies make the dollar count seem like petty loot
A steady scoop brings me closer to the bottom
It's the mirage got him
Thinking that the dreams could ever solve problems
Colored me bad from the prospect of day one
Never owned a weapon to devastate another occupant
Unless you count the carbon dioxide that my rhyme exhales
A low key rapper with no history of making sales
Or faking jail
Just a black man trying to excel
Fenced with a propensity that's given my outer shell
At night dwell
Where the others never correspond
Write till the dawn
And spawn forth another song
Wag, war, with tracks adored
Act with sword
Without a fact to store
Back to bore
Because it's rap no more
Lack to pore
Any heart in the score
Another chapter left behind
Mind winds in strange position
Disposition offset by square look of simple living
Unforgiving
I'm better off without
A loose leaf psycho with more scripters then in the lord's house
No spouse
But a mouth stricken the doubt
What a louse
Looking for a home but stuck in a house
Quiet as a
What rhymes with doesn't exist
The plot twist
Had it all and let it fall like pick up sticks
Now the remainder is a sad sack of will it quit
Feel like a ventriloquist is speaking my every lisp
That's right because i'm more not than human
Kind of like the static buzz from old tv tuning
Guess i'm sort of played out in this current day of cyber tech
Will i connect
Probably not
I'd rather hold my breath
Standing on the edge writing verses with an etch a sketch
A product of the 80's
With a verse mind birth defect
Wag, war, with tracks adored
Act with sword
Without a fact to store
Back to bore
Because it's rap no more
Lack to pore
Any heart in the score
But i feel like the light is not shining thru
Another life and time
I might of been the guy that died in youth
Or hide in suits
And shower troops with designer truth
Striking the root
Like the axe that cut washington's goof
Where's the soup
Been bumming since my last pursuit
Pennies make the dollar count seem like petty loot
A steady scoop brings me closer to the bottom
It's the mirage got him
Thinking that the dreams could ever solve problems
Colored me bad from the prospect of day one
Never owned a weapon to devastate another occupant
Unless you count the carbon dioxide that my rhyme exhales
A low key rapper with no history of making sales
Or faking jail
Just a black man trying to excel
Fenced with a propensity that's given my outer shell
At night dwell
Where the others never correspond
Write till the dawn
And spawn forth another song
Wag, war, with tracks adored
Act with sword
Without a fact to store
Back to bore
Because it's rap no more
Lack to pore
Any heart in the score
Another chapter left behind
Mind winds in strange position
Disposition offset by square look of simple living
Unforgiving
I'm better off without
A loose leaf psycho with more scripters then in the lord's house
No spouse
But a mouth stricken the doubt
What a louse
Looking for a home but stuck in a house
Quiet as a
What rhymes with doesn't exist
The plot twist
Had it all and let it fall like pick up sticks
Now the remainder is a sad sack of will it quit
Feel like a ventriloquist is speaking my every lisp
That's right because i'm more not than human
Kind of like the static buzz from old tv tuning
Guess i'm sort of played out in this current day of cyber tech
Will i connect
Probably not
I'd rather hold my breath
Standing on the edge writing verses with an etch a sketch
A product of the 80's
With a verse mind birth defect
Wag, war, with tracks adored
Act with sword
Without a fact to store
Back to bore
Because it's rap no more
Lack to pore
Any heart in the score
Credits
Writer(s): Sylvester Barrett
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