Crammed (:)
I'm in a box and feeling crammed
Not knowing the difference
'Tween india, BD
Or pakistan
I lack a stance
That lets me stand taller than
The other man
But half of them think I'm whiter than peggy's fans
Maybe I am
And I spend my time writing till I lose it
Or sleeping
It's not conducive to meeting
All of my goals
By the shoals
I don't see a fish that could be into me
I don't see a fan of music truly listening
We all have our own superstitions
Think theirs supersedes my vision?
Having visions of failure
But I'm driven to make ya
Listen to pain
Then
Make the decision to wake up
Pressure took my voice
I was hit in the trachea
I wasn't gifted
So my presence delayed ya
Always tell me that I'm never late
But
Time feels different when you lose track of days
I look back on the days
When I used to feel used by you or whoever
Thinking that my birth was cursed by cruel weather
Sinking in a hearse 'fore the nurse could pull my head up
I wanna pull the curtain back now
See if anyone raised a brow
At my first check up
I doubt they spot this stuff that fast
Couldn't even make my rap songs last
So can you tell I'm in a jam?
Pressure stacking to the ceiling fan
I'm feeling crammed
Not knowing the difference
'Tween india, BD
Or pakistan
I lack a stance
That lets me stand taller than
The other man
But half of them think I'm whiter than peggy's fans
Maybe I am
And I spend my time writing till I lose it
Or sleeping
It's not conducive to meeting
All of my goals
By the shoals
I don't see a fish that could be into me
I don't see a fan of music truly listening
We all have our own superstitions
Think theirs supersedes my vision?
Having visions of failure
But I'm driven to make ya
Listen to pain
Then
Make the decision to wake up
Pressure took my voice
I was hit in the trachea
I wasn't gifted
So my presence delayed ya
Always tell me that I'm never late
But
Time feels different when you lose track of days
I look back on the days
When I used to feel used by you or whoever
Thinking that my birth was cursed by cruel weather
Sinking in a hearse 'fore the nurse could pull my head up
I wanna pull the curtain back now
See if anyone raised a brow
At my first check up
I doubt they spot this stuff that fast
Couldn't even make my rap songs last
So can you tell I'm in a jam?
Pressure stacking to the ceiling fan
I'm feeling crammed
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Writer(s): Zaeem Hossain
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