I been forcing my idea of progression
Through the narrow eyelids of perfection
Every single thing I write looking less than
Anything worth spittin' in a session
I'm 6 feet under to my own standard
Writing nowadays is a form of cancer
Working hard to be an unknown number
Instead of being another one-hit wonder
Never would've thought there be a day like this
When the very thing that help me feel content
With the life I'm given, use the pen as a vent
Would add another reason for some slits to the wrist
Got me here askin' "Where the fuck's the magic?
Did I lose my passion?" Feeling like I'm pathless...
I just wanna move pass this
So, I'll move out my way, get out my brain,
Put all my faith in words I've laid
On this paper where I bare my soul
Vocalize my pain through the microphone
Run it back to the heart that my art is for
When it was just me, and me alone
I’ve been working, I’ve been waiting
For someone to see my greatness
I’ve been lost and I feel faded
All my life I’ve felt so jaded
I’ve been working, I’ve been waiting
For someone to see my greatness
I’ve been lost and I feel faded
All my life I’ve felt so jaded
Free by Waeko Swami Featuring SoL & Blaq Jag
Hook by Waeko Swami, Performed by Blaq Jag
Performance was STAYonLIT
Lyrics were Composed in SoL
Published via Embold with SoL
Written to Bullet Proof by Secret Stash
From the record Vibe-Ration by Waeko Swami (2021)
Listen on All Streaming Platforms & Purchase Song and/or Album @ https://waekoswami.bandcamp.com/album/vibe-ration
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