Jazzman

Going off the deep end
Repeating the sequence
Why can't I just leave it alone
Steady eating me alive
But I need it like puzzles need all the pieces
For me to put them in place
See the picture completed
I need it like people that needed Jesus
To keep them seeking the path
That would lead them back to the kingdom
My feet are broken and bleeding
I'm leaking fluid
The bruises are black and blue
But the pain has been proven to be therapeutic
Look in my eyes
See how long it took me to find the meaning
I used to write without purpose
But now I rhyme for a reason
To keep the demons at distance and wake the sleeping
I guess
Reap eventual benefits
Meaning receiving checks
Signature style forged in the fires beneath the surface
I'm crawling out of the pit
Survived the heat of the furnace
To be whatever I am
Whatever I am becoming
A parable parallel to the mirror but seeing nothing

Whatever I seek is found
All I need is to look for something
Think less about how I doubted the feasibility of it
Pound it into submission if ever it makes attempts
At holding me back from doing exactly as I intend
Whatever I seek is found
All I need is to look for something
Think less about how I doubted the feasibility of it
Pound it into submission if ever it makes attempts
To hold me back from doing as I intend

Powder gimme the power
I'm willing to kill a banger
I kick it from top and still spitting 48 hours later
It's been a minute since I was in tune with the day to day
Gotta believe there's people that feel a similar way
My thoughts are caught in the snare
Like a bear while she's barely breathing
I used to get out the house
Lately I'm rarely seen
I used to be open minded
Was balancing soul and science
An empty chalice
But now I'm just married to buried dreams
Dig for diamonds inside of this mine that has been abandoned
Hand the keys to creatives that equally understand
Pan handling with the bandwidth
Skillet is hot
I'm grilling this for starving artists that are still in the box
Filling the spot with heads
Chef it up like a chemist
That's breaking bad for the bread
Wasn't satisfied so I left with
All my possessions packed into the back of my Jeep
Picked a spot on the map
Hit the gas and I headed west

Whatever I seek is found
All I need is to look for something
Think less about how I doubted the feasibility of it
Pound it into submission if ever it makes attempts
At holding me back from doing exactly as I intend
Whatever I seek is found
All I need is to look for something
Think less about how I doubted the feasibility of it
Pound it into submission if ever it makes attempts
To hold me back from doing as I intend



Credits
Writer(s): Jacob Wise
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