Something to Behold

Tucked away in my basement as I make this
Count the days and pass face, can't erase it
Wasting greatness at a rate that amazes
Praying my patience weighs out trepidations
Telling myself, it's all about preparation
While not even doing anything, a set vacation
Try to make a move for my fame, I said vocation
Motivations been lackin' dangerous, I'm not okay with it
Got a place in it, gotta stay spittin', but I'm way different
When I'm graced by the fame I'll be lane splittin'
Bounced up outta the house and got to day sippin'
Loud mouth runnin' the town and got to blame switchin'
Hoped by now, that I'd be proud I was aimin'
Was ever anything I've been good at it'd be the dame kissin'

Lost what it meant to be writing in sense
Try to make it back so I'm takin it per minute
Gotta make it last I'll be making it permanent
Hurtin and scraping to make a few cents
Piled up dreams and the mountains immense
How many times do I gotta go through this
Talk as if I'm last and I'm not out to prove it

But now once again I'll forgive and forget
Past recognitions of trying to quit
I'll double and buckle down
Another will come around
A moment I felt I've come into this shit
During that time I'll be writing in script
Scratchin' and scrapin' and fillin' the writ
The ink has run dry now, I think I might lie down
I'm hopin' and prayin' that this isn't it
Writin' in my cope but my ground's insanity
Fightin' in a trope but my crown is same you see
Try to interlope not around the sanctity
Lined it in my scope and my bounds are breakin' free
Question my worth as to where this takin' me
Guessin' my further glare has came to me
Besting the worse for ware I train to be
Destiny will be teared I'm aimlessly

Lost what it meant to be writing in sense
Try to make it back so I'm takin it per minute
Gotta make it last I'll be making it permanent
Hurtin and scraping to make a few cents
Piled up dreams and the mountains immense
How many times do I gotta go through this
Talk as if I'm last and I'm not out to prove it

But now once again I'll forgive and forget
Past-self, lookin to strap up my rap belt
Learn every trick in the book now, cuz that's how
To give back what you took, not the fast route
Back on the track once again
As a new born, lookin too strong
Got my jack-in and groove on
Packin my bag of amends
And with dividends I'll commend
All of my friends up until the end
First time in my life where I feel like a natural
Confidence leakin and the cup only half full
Everyone in white but I'm dressed up in black wool
Lightin up the mic, cuz I'm done bein bashfull

Lost what it meant to be writing in sense
Try to make it back so I'm takin it per minute
Gotta make it last I'll be making it permanent
Hurtin and scraping to make a few cents
Piled up dreams and the mountains immense
How many times do I gotta go through this
Talk as if I'm last and I'm not out to prove it



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Writer(s): Brady Pietlock
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