It's the curse that gets
Musicians in the coffin
Criticism gets all
Kills careers very often
People who thought to be strong
They quickly soften
I must end the process
Before I get lost
In all of these options
A sea of songs
They're all up for auction
Screaming dreams are dying
Warning signs
Make me have caution
But no matter the challenge
I gained rap through adoption
Pick your poison quickly
All of them have toxins
"Man how you doing today?"
Shadow stepping lyrically
But have finesse like ballet
"Santoni man, if you want to make it
There's an image to portray
It's the truth brother
Even though I know it sounds cliche"
Relax!
Pen, paper and mind
Will do the work just fine
I want people to appreciate my rhymes
Like a poet from from far back times
Exchanging my soul with the devil
Doesn't seem like my type of crime
Open your eyes
Don't act different
No written rule
To live a lie
I almost quit
Before I tried
Regrets erased
Before I die
It's the curse that gets musicians
In the coffin
Criticism gets all
Kills careers very often
People who thought to be strong
They quickly soften
I must end the process
Before I get lost
Mr. Incredible
Hits hard
Like an edible
Bits flying off the cart
Sound up your brain
Next level chemicals
Standards lowered in rap
As if it's ethical
Acting as if
All of it unobtainable
Feeling myself
But still feel like myself
Legendary status
Even though I ain't got wealth
Studying greats
Hoping I make them proud
Nine clouds achieved
Six years in a drought
Finally got out
Going crazy
Hearing voices man
Do not believe them
Here they come again
Imagination it's all heaven sent
I agreed on never letting them in
Mamba with the fadeaway
Take it all it's on layaway
I spit it them the dumpster came
They say all rappers sound the same
I told her not today
Direct order could not obey
Jobs like a buffet
But nah
My own career is underway
I feel like the riddle
Mixed up in the middle
So much that my patience is little
Overachiever I'll make them believers
I'm burning cause I am a fever
So many scars I couldn't get far
I ended up drunk in a bar
I can see all that I want to be simply
Exploring the faraway galaxy
No! I feel like I don't wanna choke
No! I don't wanna lose to the ropes
No! My pockets have always been broke
No! The people are blowing the smoke
No! Funny the guy with the jokes
No! Remember I've always been woke
So! I'm taking it in like the ending is coming
I'm so mad I'm feeling provoked
It's the curse that gets
Musicians in the coffin
Criticism gets all
Kills careers very often
People who thought to be strong
They quickly soften
I must end the process
Before I get lost
Thank you!
I remember way back then
Just a pen and a paper just to say how I've been
I remember way back when
All I wanted was a chance for my void to end
I remember way back then
Just a pen and a paper just to say how I've been
I remember way back when
All I wanted was a chance for my void to end