Kuhvartho
Nowhere near where I thought I'd be
Hometown once loved, irk the hell out of me
One can have their opinion, but it won't be free
Rarely can the blind visualize, see what I see
Pieces of me, without filters is the aim
Against society's grain, no residing in shame
Standing firm for a cause, operating in my frame
My word is my bond, and my name is my name
Life, exist to live or live to exist
Prefer the former but chatter of the latter persist
Within that mist, responsibilities dismissed
At a low, dragging my feet, as parents assist
Developments' arrested not tested, I'm complacent
Anxieties around the corner, depressions adjacent
Fake it 'til you make it, I lack that kind of patience
Knowing damn well, I'm that loser stagnant in his folk's basement
Not for long though, I got plans to start traction
Dissect desires broke down my goals, into fractions
Positive thinking is overvalued, simply captions
And means shit, if not secondary to one's actions
Though I'm lacking and some things appear intangible
Potential matched with pursuit will make those things tangible
No need to scramble calculate risks, avoid gambles
This world can't give me anything, that I can't handle
Nowhere near where I thought I'd be
Hometown once loved, irk the hell out of me
One can have their opinion, but it won't be free
Rarely can the blind visualize, see what I see
Pieces of me, without filters is the aim
Against society's grain, no residing in shame
Standing firm for a cause, operating in my frame
My word is my bond, and my name is my name
Kenosha, my hometown willing to say it loud
But if being honest, I can't say that I'm proud
Between typical crowds and what locals allowed
I find myself reneging, shifting what I had vowed
To myself, for mental health, have to escape the trap
Move to shoot for higher, this is deeper than rap
I rather find and close the gap, don't want to scrap for scraps
Took seven to his back, to put the city on the map
Disgusting, twelve be on some shit, no discussion
Easy to justify, when there's rarely repercussions
Give a rational view, with some tone is seen as fussing
Lead to daydreams, of 2pac in Atlanta busting
It's something, how me can make nothing into something
Just to turn around and have something reduced to nothing
Some continue, hoping one day we'll get along
I just continue, yearning for a place I belong
Nowhere near where I thought I'd be
Hometown once loved, irk the hell out of me
One can have their opinion, but it won't be free
Rarely can the blind visualize, see what I see
Pieces of me, without filters is the aim
Against society's grain, no residing in shame
Standing firm for a cause, operating in my frame
My word is my bond, and my name is my name
Speech, what's the cost, who truly can afford it
Two questions I needs answered, will it be avoided
We live in a world, those anointed are not appointed
Emotions unbalanced with reasoning, its disjointed
My point is to show it, with concerns for the art
And out of self-interest, won't deny it playing a part
I have some music on the way, full of passion, head and heart
But wonder if I'd be stopped, before I even start
Maybe its paranoia, from views of cancel culture
As I see subscribers, to such things as vultures
Court of public opinion, is filled with woke poachers
Leaving those, who fight the good fight, without closure
Suppose a man was blind, to what's reality
Suppose events, had changed his whole mentality
Dreamt his thoughts, could jeopardize a salary
But if it helps, it's worth being a casualty
Nowhere near where I thought I'd be
Hometown once loved, irk the hell out of me
One can have their opinion, but it won't be free
Rarely can the blind visualize, see what I see
Pieces of me, without filters is the aim
Against society's grain, no residing in shame
Standing firm for a cause, operating in my frame
My word is my bond, and my name is my name
Kuhvartho