i got told a little while back my time is coming i was sitting on the grass but my mind was buzzing i was tied to the cycles, my mind was running i tried fight it, got tired of the time spent, crying or bunning these thoughts ain't got substance, but the substances the cause of them, the problem is i really started liking them grab a drink and sit and right myself i'd tell myself it's stages that you grow through the liquor helps to water them if i felt like i was slipping grab another and i'd fall again see it's fucked the way the things you think are helping you are harmful the people that you thought would have your back are always saying that they can't call, can't text yeah they aren't all sitting in their bedroom thinking that their time is coming i was chilling til i wasnt, i was happy til i couldn't be sitting there all night, thinking i was dying, but i wasn't, tryna figure how i couldn't be internet searching on these forums and i couldn't leave, OCD got a punch seeing static in my vision, i was staring at the walls for the next 3 months thought that i was psycho for like3 more, pschiz for the next 2 i kept a xanax in the draw for if i really couldn't get through i never took it cos i knew that if i did, then i wouldn't have an option for the stress best move, move on, then the stress do therapists and late nights, terrified mind state, my mind stayed wild listening to music just to dim it out started writing just to do it by myself i swear it helped me when i couldnt, swear it got me through the hell these words change lives, but these words might break them it hurts when you hate life, hurts more when you make it shit that you were boutta do, could happen again see its a cycle that repeats and you're just trapped to the end it ain't weak to need a shoulder when you're crying, it's weak if you don't take them it's a battle for the most of us, the battle that can make you, or battle that can break men it's sad but it's stayed true and if you never had to deal with it i'm happy, but it could and it could happen to you see this a message to myself i know the message is true i let it happen to myself don't let it happen to you see we all got a hell, that we've been battling through we've all taken hits that we've been parrying through but you ain't better by yourself and it could happen to you i let it happen to myself don't let it happen to you yeah this a message to yourself, to keep on battling through
Time will tell and the tide will turn, Simon says until u likely burn, Subtle forces on a higher curve, From Dagestan to isleworth, not a soul wondering why on earth, What's happening was written in a Bible verse,
searching through the corners in my life, didn't question what he told me, for a second saw the light im not used to sharing feelings; through a song you see me write° i been mixed and conflicted, i pray to god that, you listen but you can hold me tight and i've removed myself from scenes, couldn't question what i've seen and even when i've spoke i move low and low-key fuck giving what they need, I'm just trynna rap on beats, do it all and pray i'm free, and it goes like whatever the weather we still fight, there's no difference when we 'speak i'm just looking up to the sky, I’m full legit, but never right but you was offline, and offside, a good vibe, tell these little p*ssy rappers goodbye and goodnight,
You can have it I don't need it, The self hatred jeliously and the deepness, rooted and seeded. I write poems about deep sheeet, beneath this. Smile I wear for a while, pure evil genius. Life's allways been this, challenge, when you can't cope and vanish. That's where the devils hang with deeeeeoms, Fighting the feeling, tryna exceed em, but time is man made, is unappealing, so I'm peeling the skin, deep within , unlock the grim, it's sink or swim. There ain't much to this life we all in. So listen, to your soul and intuition. That's real vision
I got sick this week, my flow thicker in Venezuela they call me pana, in Berlin dicka got no friends to rely on though, just these scriptures no longer bothered by that, I mean, It Was Written you can't rise without falling, I was stalling a lot of decisions, thinking my indecision wasn't a problem but now I see, that there's no middle way for destiny can't be mediocre and expect the top place for MCs it's easy, from now on, stick to yourself but listen, be open to accept the help sometimes you gotta be alone to understand the wealth that having someone care for you is, don't be angry at the L O-V-E, I was always concerned about being accepted, guess that was my father's doing but who I choose to be is no one else's problem I have that responsibility, I owe it to them kids that believe in me, the parent that did care about me the cousins that I used to play with, even my new niece there's plenty of reasons to lose hope when I see my feed but only one to stand up, and it's called me. ( wrote this using your beat, just wanted to share it in case someone feels the same way, thanks for your work! ❤ )
i got told a little while back my time is coming
i was sitting on the grass but my mind was buzzing
i was tied to the cycles, my mind was running
i tried fight it, got tired of the time spent, crying or bunning
these thoughts ain't got substance, but the substances the cause of them,
the problem is i really started liking them
grab a drink and sit and right myself
i'd tell myself it's stages that you grow through
the liquor helps to water them
if i felt like i was slipping grab another and i'd fall again
see it's fucked the way the things you think are helping you are harmful
the people that you thought would have your back are always saying that they can't call, can't text
yeah they aren't all
sitting in their bedroom thinking that their time is coming
i was chilling til i wasnt, i was happy til i couldn't be
sitting there all night, thinking i was dying, but i wasn't, tryna figure how i couldn't be
internet searching on these forums and i couldn't leave, OCD got a punch
seeing static in my vision, i was staring at the walls for the next 3 months
thought that i was psycho for like3 more, pschiz for the next 2
i kept a xanax in the draw for if i really couldn't get through
i never took it cos i knew that if i did, then i wouldn't have an option for the stress
best move, move on, then the stress do
therapists and late nights, terrified mind state, my mind stayed wild
listening to music just to dim it out
started writing just to do it by myself
i swear it helped me when i couldnt, swear it got me through the hell
these words change lives, but these words might break them
it hurts when you hate life, hurts more when you make it
shit that you were boutta do, could happen again
see its a cycle that repeats and you're just trapped to the end
it ain't weak to need a shoulder when you're crying, it's weak if you don't take them
it's a battle for the most of us, the battle that can make you, or battle that can break men
it's sad but it's stayed true
and if you never had to deal with it i'm happy, but it could and it could happen to you
see this a message to myself i know the message is true
i let it happen to myself don't let it happen to you
see we all got a hell, that we've been battling through
we've all taken hits that we've been parrying through
but you ain't better by yourself and it could happen to you
i let it happen to myself don't let it happen to you
yeah this a message to yourself, to keep on battling through
Very good
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This is real nice man good work 👌
Beautiful work
Keep this up man, such an ace beat! Lofii chill vibes but more catchy and with a better kick!
Cheers from The Netherlands, peace!
Time will tell and the tide will turn,
Simon says until u likely burn,
Subtle forces on a higher curve,
From Dagestan to isleworth,
not a soul wondering why on earth,
What's happening was written in a Bible verse,
searching through the corners in my life, didn't question what he told me,
for a second saw the light
im not used to sharing feelings;
through a song you see me write°
i been mixed and conflicted,
i pray to god that, you listen but you can hold me tight
and i've removed myself from scenes,
couldn't question what
i've seen
and even when i've spoke
i move low and low-key
fuck giving what they need,
I'm just trynna rap on beats,
do it all and pray i'm free,
and it goes like
whatever the weather we still fight,
there's no difference when we 'speak i'm just looking up to the sky,
I’m full legit, but never right
but you was offline, and offside, a good vibe, tell these little p*ssy rappers goodbye and goodnight,
You can have it I don't need it,
The self hatred jeliously and the deepness, rooted and seeded. I write poems about deep sheeet, beneath this.
Smile I wear for a while, pure evil genius. Life's allways been this, challenge, when you can't cope and vanish. That's where the devils hang with deeeeeoms,
Fighting the feeling, tryna exceed em, but time is man made, is unappealing, so I'm peeling the skin, deep within , unlock the grim, it's sink or swim. There ain't much to this life we all in.
So listen, to your soul and intuition. That's real vision
I got sick this week, my flow thicker
in Venezuela they call me pana, in Berlin dicka
got no friends to rely on though, just these scriptures
no longer bothered by that, I mean, It Was Written
you can't rise without falling, I was stalling
a lot of decisions, thinking my indecision wasn't a problem
but now I see, that there's no middle way for destiny
can't be mediocre and expect the top place for MCs it's
easy, from now on, stick to yourself
but listen, be open to accept the help
sometimes you gotta be alone to understand the wealth
that having someone care for you is, don't be angry at the L
O-V-E, I was always concerned about being
accepted, guess that was my father's doing
but who I choose to be is no one else's problem
I have that responsibility, I owe it to them
kids that believe in me, the parent that did care about me
the cousins that I used to play with, even my new niece
there's plenty of reasons to lose hope when I see my feed
but only one to stand up, and it's called me.
( wrote this using your beat, just wanted to share it in case someone feels the same way, thanks for your work! ❤ )
I relate, these are good bars bro keep on going
@@brandonfivaz thanks man, means a lot 🙏💙
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