+Positive
I gotta be... positive
Everything is all... positive
If it really wasn't... positive
Why would I be so positive?
It's hard to feel positive when you don't want to live
When the world doesn't want to give you anything but shit
Try to close my eyes, and ignore all this
But something's wrong, I can feel it even through the mist
I'm dismissed off-hand, I'm not a musician
I'm a hobbyist with, no band
I'm not viral, just locked into a shame spiral
I have no friends so I'm not known to my closest rival
When you're down, you feel like there's no way out
So I write, the only therapy that I know about
But the words don't matter, 'cause they never leave the room
Embarrassed to be a rapper trying to build up something soon
But the soon never comes 'cause the sun never came up
Darkness enveloping me because I stay up
WOKE, man I fucking hate that word
Yes I'm enlightened and nonviolent but I hate that term
Because it's torture to watch as the world is burnt
We have the history books open but no lessons are learned
It just keeps getting worse, this is fucking absurd
2020 My vision perfect so this really fucking hurts
Cover me with dirt, and bury me under the memories
I was never meant to be anything but ordinarily forgotten
But in this world that's gone rotten
I'm a worm poking my head through from rock bottom
And I've gotta tell you, that this is just wrong
If I could solve the world's problems with the words of a song
Then I would, but do not know if I could
Change myself enough to really spread the good
I gotta be... positive
Everything is all... positive
If it really wasn't... positive
Why would I be so positive?
Word is born, but my words will be surely scorned
Never pored over and examined in the early dawn
I wake up stressed and full of anxiety
No denying the pain of a whole world in its entirety
Is on my back, the stress breaking it with a thousand cracks
And slices on my skin, why'd the hell I let it in?
It's got devices of pain, goes right for the vein
Alright to insane then snatches you back with a snap
The whiplash, blasting you back, deep into your memories
Of childhood and trauma, and other forms of torture
That I taught myself, I'm not bad off just distraught as hell
Not for much reason but feelings that I've locked my cell
I'm gonna melt from all the heat and the cold
Please be deleting my soul and leave me deep in the hole
So there's no coming back, 'cause I'm just done with acts
The facts are, I've been clinging on for long
Just how dumb is that?
At least I know what life feels like, but the judge is out
I guess it feels alright when you're not in doubt
But if you're down in the brain, or cloudy with rain
I'll proudly proclaim that I'm now down in the drain
I'll see ya
I gotta be... positive
Everything is all... positive
If it really wasn't... positive
Why would I be so positive?
Everything is all... positive
If it really wasn't... positive
Why would I be so positive?
It's hard to feel positive when you don't want to live
When the world doesn't want to give you anything but shit
Try to close my eyes, and ignore all this
But something's wrong, I can feel it even through the mist
I'm dismissed off-hand, I'm not a musician
I'm a hobbyist with, no band
I'm not viral, just locked into a shame spiral
I have no friends so I'm not known to my closest rival
When you're down, you feel like there's no way out
So I write, the only therapy that I know about
But the words don't matter, 'cause they never leave the room
Embarrassed to be a rapper trying to build up something soon
But the soon never comes 'cause the sun never came up
Darkness enveloping me because I stay up
WOKE, man I fucking hate that word
Yes I'm enlightened and nonviolent but I hate that term
Because it's torture to watch as the world is burnt
We have the history books open but no lessons are learned
It just keeps getting worse, this is fucking absurd
2020 My vision perfect so this really fucking hurts
Cover me with dirt, and bury me under the memories
I was never meant to be anything but ordinarily forgotten
But in this world that's gone rotten
I'm a worm poking my head through from rock bottom
And I've gotta tell you, that this is just wrong
If I could solve the world's problems with the words of a song
Then I would, but do not know if I could
Change myself enough to really spread the good
I gotta be... positive
Everything is all... positive
If it really wasn't... positive
Why would I be so positive?
Word is born, but my words will be surely scorned
Never pored over and examined in the early dawn
I wake up stressed and full of anxiety
No denying the pain of a whole world in its entirety
Is on my back, the stress breaking it with a thousand cracks
And slices on my skin, why'd the hell I let it in?
It's got devices of pain, goes right for the vein
Alright to insane then snatches you back with a snap
The whiplash, blasting you back, deep into your memories
Of childhood and trauma, and other forms of torture
That I taught myself, I'm not bad off just distraught as hell
Not for much reason but feelings that I've locked my cell
I'm gonna melt from all the heat and the cold
Please be deleting my soul and leave me deep in the hole
So there's no coming back, 'cause I'm just done with acts
The facts are, I've been clinging on for long
Just how dumb is that?
At least I know what life feels like, but the judge is out
I guess it feels alright when you're not in doubt
But if you're down in the brain, or cloudy with rain
I'll proudly proclaim that I'm now down in the drain
I'll see ya
I gotta be... positive
Everything is all... positive
If it really wasn't... positive
Why would I be so positive?
Credits
Writer(s): Edward Boyde-shaw
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