Verse 1 (Rekap):

My brother used to hit me up over the phone line, askin’ what I do in my own time

I said if all I do is devote time and note my flows and cold rhymes, I know that I will blow in no time

Skills, I showed signs, but I had to grow to blow minds, love the game, hate the load times

Now dope lines gotta gold mine, bestowed by Adonai to glow and so I

Would dream of fans and labels who’d faun over me like satyrs

‘Cause in class all of my peers would pass over me like a seder

Innovators turn to imitators ‘cause of these haters

But I rather be outta my mind than be trapped in it like a chamber

Back when bastards used to say that all my raps were not appealin'

And the only fan that I had was plastered to my ceilin’

I would track some writtens, bask in feelins’ then sit back and listen

So addicted to the craft, I gave no crap ‘bout recognition

‘Till six years pass and I still rap but I start to feel the pressure

And I feel that all my skills lack when I go to pen the letters

So I peel back and I feel wack that I won’t get any better

I wish that I could just get it together

‘Cause I’m second guessin’ everything I put on paper

Yeah I’m spittin’ less and less and I’m becoming my worst hater

Every time I pen a rhyme I decide to save it for later

How can I be a creator when my own mind is a traitor

It sucks to be stuck inside of my own criticism

I wanna write but the right diction just isn’t in my system

I need an exorcism of my grim perfectionism

‘Cause I’m losin’ vision and ambition in all my writtens

No kiddin’ I would envision a life on stage where the mic I’d slay and new heights I’d raise

But I’m forgettin’ my mission as to why I create, yeah my sight has strayed and only I’m to blame

See I felt blue in my brain, afraid that I'd lose it some day, but I had my music that would loosen my pain

Em, Matisyahu and Ye, they helped me get through the day, inspired to do the same, I thought I'd pursue the game

But now I’m stressin' over every verb and noun that I say

And where’s the heart and soul I used to put down onto the page?

‘Cause all these metaphors and multis are all losin’ their weight

Instead of tryin’ to impress, I should just try to relate

Verse 2 (atlas):

I’ve been wandering through all of this nonsense

The music I’ve been making losing all of it’s content

And sifting through the dirt and I’m following paw prints

‘Cause I swear it fooled me and now I’m stuck at the wrong fence

My luck has been gone since my talent dissipated

Balancing this minuscule fame with my patience

And living like a middle school dance

Hella aimless and awkward

Never talk except for the wrong words

Face it, I’m losing all my inspiration

The negative feedback is too much take

And there’s barely any of it anyways

I don’t want to turn into another Hemingway

Crashing and burning and turning away

And yearning for dirt until the end of my days

Because this is not the type of life that I would wish to display

I’d rather sit here and drift through the melancholy haze

Until I reach the finish line, fixing my pace

Popeye’s spinach, my writtens I lace

Stop by, listen for the friends that I've made

‘Cause I know they’ll be around once the music goes away

And no matter how the time passes, I don’t want to fade

I’ll never be a staple in the industry today

My stream of consciousness is slowly dripping on the page

So maybe they’ll remember me for something that I say

When the cogs turn, quick to the end they’ll be sticking to facts

Started out my mission with my difficulty maxed

And my passages were lacking in simplistic multi-stacks

So I had to get some practice and then fix the whole attack, well…

Hopefully that’s what they say, it’s never really easy to tell

But I’ve been making music for myself

And I just hope that you enjoy it, as well