Something New - Arm Wrestling With My Angels lyrics

Represented by words Built from my actions Vocal blacksmith Forged in ashes Spartan ghost surveys While tiny titans Are clashing Mind wild Like Thornbury Smashing Passions Placed above necessities Looking out for balance Mental equity Cause lack thereof Left an empty me Had my Soul on Ice But not enough To let my movements freeze Keep the notebook In my chest So I can let my lyrics breathe Cause back then All the feelings were smothered By my own anguish Knew not to confide With any ni**a I'd hang with Lived a life that's dangerous Truama got aging like The ancients Regrets telling That I ain't sh*t The current me though Begs to differ Quick to infer That there's too much life To live Know that the results Are something bigger With the world inside My hands Feel gravity Inside my fingers It makes the message That I'm destined To deliver Walking through the days Writing through the nights Focused on myself Know that I'm alright Wrestling with Angels Dressed as Demons Swelled with spite Could never Ever Take a ni**a out The fight Walking through the days Writing through the nights Focused on myself Know that I'm alright Wrestling with Angels Dressed as Demons Swelled with spite Could never Ever Take a ni**a out The fight Never tell a writer that their words are just words You ni**as got some nerve So that's where I aim every time I purge with the curses sh*t looks like cursive when they curve My aligning has been perfect Perks of being a wordsmith I knew that my purpose wasn't solely meant to be perceived by what's sitting on the surface Breaking nails while surfin I say hi, stay high til I'm skating on a Rass Kass ocean With my backpack open, smell the gas, that's potent Ain't no mathematics, this sh*t's acrobatics how I'm floatin Fading through these phases til I'm bloomin Rapping like I still got something to prove to these students I'm truly coolin, never foolin While I'm chasing The Cool, that's word to Lu and Soul brotha number 2 until I control the system of influence And ni**as know I'll do it, that's why they in tune with The music I'm spewing, even when they claim they ain't listening to it Never gon decay, always staying ripe Even on my days when I ain't feeling right Pestering with pain, of course I put up a fight Cause I'm always gon be one to show my might As I'm... Walking through the days Writing through the nights Focused on myself Know that I'm alright Wrestling with Angels Dressed as Demons Swelled with spite Could never Ever Take a ni**a out The fight