Belong To

Is there a place I belong to
I don't know what to do
Do you wanna walk in my shoes
Mr. Martian doesn't have a clue
Going to the left, to the right
Can't see it is night
And I'm sick of it, sick of it
When will I find a light

Never ever had a place called mine
Only in my games I could shine
I could play 'em all the time
Everybody is the same on the line
Locking my self up, regenerate and I'm fine
Lyrics and rhymes to resonate with every time
I feel like shit or when I'm motivated
What a ride on this rollercoaster
I'm rolling from the East to the West coast
Playing hell razor or peter pipe
You prolly wonder why, I became Mad am I right
Well, let me explain first of all fuck school I don't wanna do that
I just wanna escape through my games and some boom bap
Rap along MMLP2 the legacy song I'm like that
I'm the Martian who got laughed at 'cause my looks ain't like Brad
Pit is what I'm in, hottest girl around my wrist and still
In a moshpit I end up in
One day encircled by bullies
No friends to help me push back and defend
But I stood my ground I'm proud it
Didn't end in me getting ground pounded
On this sacred land, the land of the courtyard
Where I hated to stand, tired of scanning around
Do I look like a radioman?
Fast-forward, nearing the end of the decade
And I'm despicable with the pen
Yo, this is the world I wanna live in escapism is it
Murals in my room, consisting of rhymes sentences
Not on shrooms, seeing it like Rakim in the same way
As he describes in his book I'm alive and I'm shook
Found a superpower I can touch the words smell 'em
And feel 'em is this what they call lyricism
is this what I was missing time to go to the bottom of it
Learn the spell of every word like I'm a magician

Is there a place I belong to
I don't know what to do
Do you wanna walk in my shoes
Mr. Martian doesn't have a clue
Going to the left, to the right
Can't see it is night
And I'm sick of it, sick of it
When will I find a light
Is there a place I belong to
I don't know what to do
Do you wanna walk in my shoes
Mr. Martian doesn't have a clue
Going to the left, to the right
Can't see it is night
And I'm sick of it, sick of it
When will I find a light

Recording for the first time in my friends room
I sound like shit but I can rap on this boom bap
Learning to shoot with harpoon someone call the cap
'Cause I can't catch any food, by there is not captain available
So I resort to the internet, CD's and maybe even some cassettes
You can make fun of the cadet, one day I'll blast your ass
With my ray gun I promise you that
Yeah, I'm putting in the work
Learning how to write, rap and mix every word
I may lack the courage, but I'm determined I'm putting that first
Doubts emerge, I'm feeling cursed, why am I in this universe
Feels like I'm back to square one and I yearn to feel firm
Am I too old like Mr. Burns
Can I mold into this role and be as good as the first
So I start to read a how-to about the birth givers of this culture
And I start to learn, how to write haikus and disperse them
On a four bar loop, yeah
Never ever will I leave my girl
Treat her with gifts, diamonds and pearls
Positive demeanor, 'cause she never lies I can trust her
With every neural in my brain, she's the reason why I'm staying sane
She doesn't feel like cyanide in my brain
I finally found a place now, I need some hands I can raise now
Maybe some eyebrows, gimme the mic now
Keep rapping 'till I get tidal
The ocean shouldn't be your rival, that's just my advice though
Time to repeat the cycle, doubts start to creep in so I sing

Is there a place I belong to
I don't know what to do
Do you wanna walk in my shoes
Mr. Martian doesn't have a clue
Going to the left, to the right
Can't see it is night
And I'm sick of it, sick of it
When will I find a light
Is there a place I belong to
I don't know what to do
Do you wanna walk in my shoes
Mr. Martian doesn't have a clue
Going to the left, to the right
Can't see it is night
And I'm sick of it, sick of it
When will I find a light