Hold on
F*ck this shit
I'm in the library hustling hard
And
You gotta do what you have
You gotta
You gotta do what you have
With what you can
So, here i am
We got this
Cause i carry black obsidian up my ass
I carry pens in my pocket
And i can haze for days
How can you challenge Chronos the God of time
If you can't even keep up with the tides
Tell me darling, how's the hazing going?
Are you hunting for sacred ground?
Or are you casting your web of lies?
Tell me darling, how are you gonna catch a bird in flight
If your web is not a net?
Go in search for better yarn
Cause this lion needs nothing
But cotton and ink
To create a masterpiece
You said my ego was too big
You said my voice was too loud
You said my tone wasn't right
And with haste it came
No filter and no control exist in your life
That's why you were afraid of setting me free
But guess what?
You didn't go for the kill
And now it's a witch hunt
A witch hunt with white skies
How can you control a shooting star
If, even tho you are made of stardust
You don't believe in a God?
I hope you understand that i'm not trying to harm you
I'm trying to understand the depths of your sea
Let him sail your waters
For in a wandered
An ally in wait lingers
Trust the wind and his sails
You don't know him
He is hard to read
But his heart is steady
And aiming north
Open your eyes and see the horizon
And breathe in the breeze of the sea
Everywhere i go
It's just another moment to shine
So...
Here we are
Making, making another song
Not for me
Not for God
But for you
For all of you