Heathen

I swear some shit is just a mystery that I don't think I'll never know
The reasons god put my life into the undertow
It's like I'm always tryna reap but I can never sow
It's like I'm always in a pot but I can never grow
It's like I'm still the same kid that I was at twelve
Sometimes my progress has me feeling kind of underwhelmed
The other day I had my hero on the speakerphone
I asked him about the type of shit he thinks he's really on
He said sometimes he feels just like a fraud, like me
He told me I should hold on until the hype's reached
He told me that I gotta earn every listen
And I can't be so dismissive of the way that people living

I'm just not like that
I'm a blunt type cat
Said my mind's kinda whack but when I run my tracks
I believe in this shit way more than the dumb hype packs that
They've been dropping on the top charts
Got me feeling like sometimes the shit that y'all make is not art
Always hard to listen when it's all talk and not heart
Always hard to go out there and get it when my mind is all blob thoughts
It's all dark and righteous indignation
I might really be complacent and unwilling to change
But I still think that I'm worthy of people screaming my name
Shit's a little strange
Shit's a little prideful but i'm still set on the notion that I am a disciple

I got demons in my lungs
Grieving on my tongue
Heathen in my blood
Seeing what I am seeing and seeing what it was
I might never know but I never wanna budge
Living til I die putting truth upon the drums
Demons in my lungs
Grieving on my tongue
Heathen in my blood
Seeing what I am seeing and seeing what it was
I might never know but I never wanna budge



Credits
Writer(s): Levi Hinson
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