Omen, The - Wasted Talent lyrics
We're just remnants of star dusts on the cusp of inception Dwelling through this youniverse with little to no direction Omnipresent in a vast dimension Roams the descendants of divine presence Quite vulnerable yet angelic Not a sole relic to tell us exactly how it started Just numerous wonders as we wander on this quixotic crust In hopes of making due, morning dew upon our vehicles As we stumble along to slave away within our cubicles Blind to all the beautiful views and possibilities Hoping for something better with the slimmest probability That anything will change With nothing else to blame but a lack of aspirations Could'ves and hesitations tend to plague us like "where would I be had I pursued my dreams and sacrificed a bit more to be where I would like to be?" I mean I should've lived more. I should've took that flight I surely wish I would've recorded more in lieu of drinking all night Is I'm crazy? Theres perfect strangers saying I'ma make it I guess I never realized all this talent that I've been wasting (hook) Son! This is your brain; This is your brain on d** The more euphoria that you pursue the less that you love See it's a vicious cycle son don't ever be a wasted talent There's nothing worse in this world than a waste of raw talent Don't do it, Don't lose it stay away from them son Go grab the moleskine the pen and get to k**ing em son Ain't nothing out here but the devil please don't be a wasted talent There's nothing worse in this world than a waste of pure talent, son Verse 2 Youth in revolt in a coup with adults Ignorant to all the evils they've tried to protect us from More than likely they've experienced it yet we ain't trying to hear the sh** All of that blahblahblah (blahblahblah) in one ear and out the other Mother you're bugging father how can you control me with all the dumb sh** that you did to end up in the penitentiary? He said "I pray you flourish everywhere that I've faltered Just learn from where I f**ed up at I owe you that as a father." True indeedy see your absence was never definitive of me But I had to learn a lot on my own and it wasn't easy see My momma had a load to carry all on her own So who you think was left at home alone within these streets I've roamed I learned a lot of life's lessons It nourished me into a man and I've flourished quite a bit I've just lost sight of the plan I'm in a lost state but not a lost cause bumping Flognaw Feeling quite rebellious tryna distinct where I went wrong (hook) Son!? This is your heart; this is your heart on Love The more love that yours exudes the more yours acts as a sponge You've got a lot of heart kid don't ever be a waste of talent There's nothing worse in this world than a waste of raw talent Don't do it keep your wits and stay away from them son Go grab the moleskine the pen and get to k**in them son Ain't nothing out here but the devil please don't be a wasted talent There's nothing worse in this world than a waste of pure talent, son