Polina Goudieva - This Too Shall Pa** lyrics

[Verse 1: Accent] The heart of this artist harbors a harshness From horrible hardships so hardily harnessed That are hardly harmless, he harps on his harvest Dissatisfied with a lack of pride as he travels by Harlem, the Bronx and Yonkers On the MTA with an empty page he wants to set ablaze 'Cause every day the stressful rage so heav'ly weighs His reddened face reflects the pain of what his pen won't say Then a meshed array of senseless phrases 'gain send him astray Things get in his way, the bus spouts some steam Some get out and leave, others surround his feet Mumbling now but he reluctantly scrounges themes Which come from the childish dreams that smother profounder things Such are the sounds they sing but window becomes a lens Magnifier for pa**erbyers and so discovers them The laughers, criers and clappers, sighers that both lift up his chin And match his silence with raps that pry up his poetry's sunken gems Coldly this one begins, from the darkest depths He architects what starts with breath and marks his left arm's flesh But hopeful this one will end, 'cause he's no longer vexed He forms a set of sounds that stretch beyond his trip [Chorus: Polina Goudieva, Accent] This too shall pa**, when ya day turns to night Like nothing in ya life is goin' right This too shall pa**, when you trapped on a ledge And you one step closer to the edge This too shall pa**, but lookin' out the window When on a movin' vehicle is very beneficial Feelin' better again is an achievable task Like the scenery we see through the gla**, this too shall pa** [Verse 2: Kinetics] Remember this when you are weaponless A fresh breath of air for the preference of a pessimist I press the restin' regiments to resurrect their weapons Invest in a better destiny, never be rendered effortless Whether or not the weather is temperature we envision Forever we must be clever, endeavor for better livin' And never be givin' in, I been livin' a smart vow Ready to embark now, and get out of these dark clouds So I take a journey worthy of murderin' all my worry I'm perfectly purgin' all of my burnin' urges and fury Lookin' out this bus window that's covered with all the flurry Like middle fingers on television, everything I see is blurry I start to meditate, movin' through the city Take the loser and the pity, and removin' it within me Therapeutic and a witty way of leavin' the past I can breathe and relax, watchin' the scenery pa** And converse with the birds chirpin' dispersed on the Earth's surface Whenever the worst serpents emerge from the Earth's furnace Rehearsin' a verse first when the dirt and the turf worsen Immersed in a curse worse than the birth of the first person I burst with a verse first, whenever rain is above Maybe I'll write some poetry to break the chains and the cuffs The best lines I ever wrote were on a train and a bus So I hop the subway when my brain's in a fuss Yo public transportation is my love and inspiration Took a drug and medication and confronted desolation My man Acc said it, I quoted it and promoted it Wrote it into my motive and momentarily flow with it [Chorus]