The Saint

Yeah
Glorified like a saint
They don't make it look that hard
I could do the same from the scraps
Go that far they say
But then we're really setting back far
I'm the kid to make it all better
And catch your attention
Glorified like a saint
They don't make it look that hard
I could do the same from the scraps
Go that far they say
But then we're really setting it back far
I'm the kid to make it all better

So where have I been? Jumanji
Nah it's called 2020 and it won't stop prolonging
Fear inside the people, change is dawning
Something outta Black Mirror
Hella exhausting
About half way through I started realizing
The chaos happening isn't defining
Who I will be or who I am now
I make all my music to keep people smiling
But we've been flipping birds more than using words
We got this bitter taste not to keep
So I said We Bloom and this year went boom again
I'm not surprised, now I'm on tape three
Bandana on me, earbuds as always
Stuck wondering if I could've done more today
But you only feel that if you went quarter the way
Yet I'm still exporting a .wav
Make-believe competition in my cerebral
But I'm in an odd position and part of it's real
So fuck a pond to fish in, I'll tell you how I feel
While keeping the imagery
Conscious ain't what appeal? Oh
What happened to Minutes of Happiness
And all of the goals that I already set
How can we handle cooping up like chickens
When our egos haven't even landed yet.
The Saint
Where's The Saint
Nothing to lose when you've got blackening bruises
Nothing but healing will do the job so deuces
Sayonara to my bullshit, no more excuses
Let me take their style with mine and infuse it
Now it's all adding up, no more trust, never had enough
Steer my own race, no giving in, new practices
I don't give a fuck
I'll broaden over time, I am not narrow
I'm just unheard novice in a group full of pharaohs
A caterpillar imperiled, the gap but not the apparel
I could go on and on and about how I'm almost there
I'll stay right where I'm at and keep moving up
I want my growth to be shared
Stay tuned, the radio is still there

Glorified like a saint
They don't make it look that hard
I could do the same from the scraps
Go that far they say
But then we're really setting it back far
I'm the kid to make it all better and catch your attention
Glorified like a saint
They don't make it look that hard
I could do the same from the scraps
Go that far they say
But then we're really setting it back far
I'm the kid to make it all better

Gonna write later
Fell asleep until 8 or 9
And now I'm stuck doing labor
On Labor Day
Really
Right now I'm supposed to dropping off
Blunts to my neighbor
When I was about to go the blunts grew mouths
And they said hey there
All the weed in my body it's like a bank I deposit
I found a way it's helping me defeat the evil
'Impossible' the mythical belief that you can't
Do what you want to
Open your third eye like it's already up on you
Cause there's one on all of us
21st century, nothing can promise us
Unconditional commitment like hauling a load
Over your own weight, giving your all or not
To be the freest honey bee and know what the bottom is
I could pull a beat apart, restore it with sonorous words
In a rap, put it back together, remodel it
I'm gonna need to branch out, be more anomalous
Am I climbing the money tree? I
Keep that anonymous so I don't get tangled in clout
Here's the method I'm talking about
Stay kind, be yourself
Intuition on repeat, yeah you know the spell
It's an evil time
So choose to grow now
All the saints stand out
I'm sorry, but I don't want to be an emperor
That's not my business