about
I originally wrote a song called, "Hold Inside", to this instrumental, but when it came time to record it again I didn't feel the same way about the song, so I wrote something new which turned into the current song. Above anything else in my music I hold honesty as an integral part, so this song was something I couldn't exclude. This is my first collaboration with Producer Skillz Lane the alter ego of Kansas City's super rapper Big Frame.
lyrics
now i've always been the type to grind,
though my 9 to 5 is more like a 12 to 9,
i'm trying to fend for my peeps eating the tenderest cheese,
and still live in the image of what's expected for each,
role that i play because there's a different hat that i hold every day,
so there's no time to be prone to mistakes because there's no one to blame, (but me)
and still i'm shooting for the stars from deep hoping those sleep will notice my range,
because this last year i had to learn to arrange thoughts and focus the strain,
w/ no more writing to the sounds of the night,
in my pocket for the first time which coincides w/ my countering rise,
still in this city success is iffy you can count the divide,
on one hand w/ the other tied behind tracks,
no politics i keep all the silent calls tied behind backs,
no ties if passion was a caption mine you'd find in all caps,
plus my inspiration is facts don't need to falsify to fall flat,
because there’s a greater design if I can just gather the elements formed,
though it feels like there’s heaven in the clouds I know there’ll too be hell in the storm….
take a shot of this mix it w/ a Georgia Peach,
sip a little bit of this till your lips can form to drink,
cock back your head in perfect form and breathe,
deep while the truth serum puts you all to sleep....
i've been at this since i was an at risk,
youth now i don't need an atlas to pass you truth,
and i'm aligned with love,
tuck rhymes bright enough for the blind to touch,
it's my assignment to grip mics and faulter waves,
no false display only here to hault the shame,
because some claim conditioning as the culprit to not resolve the pain,
i know struggle but i know i'm tough enough to dissolve the blame,
though who i am and was are in a place to never be called the same,
putting progression in the forefront till my form was forced up,
now i'm up penning something for you to possess before lunch,
correcting your stress w/ the scores to reform the course rushed,
nothing pacifist i'm packing fists for the sore luck,
leave the fake in plastic bags and making it happen,
replacing the passive w/ passion till placement is active....
take a shot of this mix it w/ a Georgia Peach,
sip a little bit of this till your lips can form to drink,
cock back your head in perfect form and breathe,
deep while the truth serum puts you all to sleep....
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