Wounds 2 Wisdom
Sometimes I sit down to write a new rhyme and something happens
I get overcome with dread and I feel like nothing matters
Nothing that I say will make a lick of difference
So I can't even get started with that initial sentence
I just sit with my head in my hands trying to think of some stuff
Feeling jealous of them rappers that drink and do drugs
Maybe if I were to drink til I'm buzzed
I'd at least be numb enough to ignore that we're fucked
And actually come up with stuff
I wouldn't call it writer's block
More like I'm in shock
Trying to comprehend why I thought I should even rhyme at all
There's people out here trying to survive
Who gives a fuck about a dude reciting rhymes
On his IG Live
The temperatures are climbing and the climates fried
Still they deny the Earth is dying for their bottom line
So they can keep their pockets lined
While we watch the decline
Why would you give a shit about even my hottest line?
There's people out here still fighting for their human rights
That's probably true for MOST humans unless you are White
And straight, and Catholic, American as apple pie
A stand-up guy willing to die for capitalist lies
I'm not that guy and never will be
While all this shit is going on, the thing that really kills me
Is I'll sit down to write some shit that's frivolous and silly
Some battle rap bars to try and get you all to feel me
Some goofy punchlines just to get you to respond
While I'm crying inside
At the much more important shit that's going on
So I pause, and I contemplate giving it up
Who gives a fuck about rap when just living is tough?
I put my pen down
Losing incentive
Feeling powerless, no use pretending
Then I remember that even if all I offer is entertainment
At least it is escapism for the people that crave it
A break from all the mayhem
The crazy and insane shit
That plagues every one of our lives on a daily basis
That's my only motivation to keep on creating
Providing you with some wisdom or some shit you can relate to
For now that is my mission
From now until I'm finished
Apologize in Advance if this shit is sounding too Vintage
But this is all I can offer to try and help
Find the humor at the funeral if you wanna maintain your mental health
Find the Beauty In The Chaos, and you'll find the beauty inside yourself
Find the Beauty in the Chaos, and you'll find the beauty inside yourself...
I get overcome with dread and I feel like nothing matters
Nothing that I say will make a lick of difference
So I can't even get started with that initial sentence
I just sit with my head in my hands trying to think of some stuff
Feeling jealous of them rappers that drink and do drugs
Maybe if I were to drink til I'm buzzed
I'd at least be numb enough to ignore that we're fucked
And actually come up with stuff
I wouldn't call it writer's block
More like I'm in shock
Trying to comprehend why I thought I should even rhyme at all
There's people out here trying to survive
Who gives a fuck about a dude reciting rhymes
On his IG Live
The temperatures are climbing and the climates fried
Still they deny the Earth is dying for their bottom line
So they can keep their pockets lined
While we watch the decline
Why would you give a shit about even my hottest line?
There's people out here still fighting for their human rights
That's probably true for MOST humans unless you are White
And straight, and Catholic, American as apple pie
A stand-up guy willing to die for capitalist lies
I'm not that guy and never will be
While all this shit is going on, the thing that really kills me
Is I'll sit down to write some shit that's frivolous and silly
Some battle rap bars to try and get you all to feel me
Some goofy punchlines just to get you to respond
While I'm crying inside
At the much more important shit that's going on
So I pause, and I contemplate giving it up
Who gives a fuck about rap when just living is tough?
I put my pen down
Losing incentive
Feeling powerless, no use pretending
Then I remember that even if all I offer is entertainment
At least it is escapism for the people that crave it
A break from all the mayhem
The crazy and insane shit
That plagues every one of our lives on a daily basis
That's my only motivation to keep on creating
Providing you with some wisdom or some shit you can relate to
For now that is my mission
From now until I'm finished
Apologize in Advance if this shit is sounding too Vintage
But this is all I can offer to try and help
Find the humor at the funeral if you wanna maintain your mental health
Find the Beauty In The Chaos, and you'll find the beauty inside yourself
Find the Beauty in the Chaos, and you'll find the beauty inside yourself...
Credits
Writer(s): Mike Lynch
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