REM Cycle

By Illmac

On Clay Pigeons

Released on March 11, 2014

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[Verse 1]

My soul is a grain of sand

My flow is a plane that lands, in an ocean of waving hands

They soak game, like a boat with a hole in it

Until they in over their head

Cause they needed a moment to take it in

Go 'head... they look for enemies and might've found 'em

There's no serenity in my surroundings

But I'm trying to find a balance

Not every pebble thrown, serves as a stepping stone

Let 'em be, I'm climbing mountains

Watch me blow this cloud, but I'm high without it

So fly, I'm in a spider's web of lies trying to climb up out it

I wonder why they doubted

Holding this weapon disguised as talent

Pulling out, treat 'em like the trends that they dying out with

Life's a challenge, what I have found is:

I don't feel right about it 'til I write about it

And every line could supply an outage

If what I've amounted, to

Doesn't add up to what I've accounted, for...

No matter what the why or how is

Goes to show, we could only be as close as time allowed us

Inspire thousands

MC painting Escher on airwaves

Ascending staircases and finding out they spiral downwards

Life's a bitch but I'll die without her

So I wifed her and brought expired flowers to the bridal shower

Said I'm fine without her, tied her down

Siphoned power from inside her

Pulling from within what I desire outward

I heard…


[Hook]

They fall in love with the dreamer don't they?

They fall in love with the dreamer don't they?

How can they fall if they already laying down?

Forgive them all cause they sleeping…

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[Verse 2]

I don't blame 'em though

To be quite honest, I often question what I came here for

Pursuing fast money, I need to take it slow

But I overplay the cards I'm dealt to see that paper fold

Friends think I fell off… fans think I fell off…

I left the country, got back, then left the state, my cell's off

I ain't talking battles when I talk about an L, dawg

Homie lost 50 racks, got it back and brushed himself off

Only speak about it in code, this ain't no tell all

You eavesdropping my thoughts, excuse me if I trail off

Nobody in my clique is well off

Some put regular life above music, hell naw!

We say the same words but the language is different

How can we talk about music?

We don't have the same relationship with it

You can tell the way I've been sprinting

You putting one foot in front of the other, maybe I'm tripping

This is escapism, I'm past blown

My pen paints vivid as an x-ray image so where's your backbone?

I'm trying to be the poster boy for progress

Watching homies falling off thinking I'm next

And that's what really fucks with me

When those I looked up to, start looking up to me

When the bigger picture that I see in them

Melts away with self restraint, it's up to me again


[Hook]


[Outro]

"The career I have chosen is laden with opportunity

Yet fraught with heartbreak and despair

And the bodies of those who have failed were they piled one atop another

Would cast it's shadow down upon all the pyramids of the earth

Yet I will not fail as the others

For in my hands I now hold the charts that will guide me through perilous waters

To shores that only yesterday seemed but a dream"

(Quote by O.G. Mandino, "The Greatest Salesman in the World")