VERSE 1
Another life changing moment
restricting my delivery on this white sheet
with lines, yes Somi what else is it
everything is scraps, but who said all the rubbish is finished
find whats valuable and throw old memories into the bin
the enemies aware that you made your final appearance
the character you created for the crowd making an exit
it's time to face the real world
but you can't help it but be stuck in that theatre hold
where you're the main protagonist, f**ing selfish c*nt b**h
and surely every scene has a reason
but who said all was seen, all the lights put into place
(Tuale this is your last scene)
it's all random, no script and you realize
an ego is only a construct of what you wish to be
just as your dick only reaches as deep as your mind wishes
who says there is no dead end, boy, in the ocean there's an abyss
trauma related things and deep inside you've always been depressed
but you danced till the movements didn't see to chase away all your monsters
then you gave whoever you wished
f** society and their judgments
now you rapping, singing and making beats
soon enough your voice will grow hoarse and your fingers stiff
cus your conscience wants to be heard and your body wants to do some sports
but still you always remained confident
it was too much, now you got your mom, worried
raise you single, the title of only a parent
your co*kiness drove away many, those who stayed just chose to manage
oh boy, your close friends would bare witness of your unwavering confidence
the more j**els you put on, the more skin you hid from the sun
(feeling like a god in that gold)
a line once said by Frank Ocean
and still you screamed and you ravaged
just so that you would be heard, till you could do no more
but people got used to it
so even if you silently walked down the halls
they did the screaming and shouting of that name for you
you seeked healing and guidance
the more girls turned to d**
and you led them on your stupid merry dance
you the snake, all of them eves, wishing you were their Adams
but you're only for one and she inspired you to flush out your emotions
and a beat you made in her name
sh** beginning to sound like a poem
maybe the more realistic the fame and the embrace
and life itself, a beat to the musical masterpiece speech loses significance
and you though still not fully humble
decides not to rant, who said you had haters
you just thought if hated you stood for something the multitude could not understand
the power of enigma only exists as long as people wish to think of you in their medula
meanwhile in reality the people were lovers
lovers who examined you from a distance in awe and wondered
what such courage do you feel you possess
to speak the truth when lies have become the common food
a meal of lies keeps the belly of the mind at rest
how important are the ideas you bring forth
your talks of greatness and success
like you own the world all round
talking like you got JUJU in your mouth
(outro)
those who rival society
not with antics, tricks or brain images
but hurt that digs in deep
and forces you to make your life mission thoughts to improve
gain the most from our mechanical society and are the gods amongst humans