BUILDING BLUEPRINT
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- Lately I've been questioning my existence,
- Like do I have a purpose, did I make the right decisions,
- Is this life a minority falling upon me, am I a victim?
- Was my mother right when she said that I have to listen,
- Close friends I grew up with are slowly becoming distant,
- I feel like our relationships back then just used to glisten,
- We used to play in the park when it was dark, like a tradition,
- But these are just memories now, long lost visions,
- My family thinks I'm selfish, I can't help it, I want precision,
- Everything's about me, I wanna be in the right position,
- I know somewhere along the way I'll face a major collision,
- But I tend not to think too much, and overcome conditions,
- How'd you expect to win when your hearts got no wisdom,
- Cigarettes be bringing cancer and you're feeling all the symptoms,
- Like you lost a family member to that very condition,
- Yet you're slowly killing yourself for rep, this shit is twisted,
- Not many children I know of still have dreams &ambitions,
- They'd rather chill on an iPad all day or watch television,
- Meanwhile there's certain people searching for more competition,
- Cause their composition be fire, they be limited edition,
- And to the teacher that said I wouldn't make it,
- You fully had a point when you said that I'm basic,
- You fully spoke the truth and I guess that I hate it,
- But I'll be damned if I ever take advice from a racist,
- Course I'm different and I may look like a Wannabee,
- But I'm sick to my stomach from your vomit on top of me,
- I'ma keep rapping, trust me there's no stopping me,
- Whether or not you like me or aren't really fond of me,
- That's just opinions, statements which mean nothing to me,
- Putting in work even if I'm still hurt, means something to me,
- And although I claim I don't really talk too much,
- I'm gonna let out my breaths, cause I've walked too much,
- Huffing, puffing, I think I'm onto something,
- Dad look, your words got mummy blushing,
- I wanna be like you dad, I feel like such a nothing,
- Although I hardly see him nowadays I still love him,
- We all have problems, just different ways to face them,
- When I speak to my brother, I just can't face him,
- When I speak to my mother, I just start faking,
- I've had enough of this lord, why are they snaking,
- Like they're supposed to be my best mates,
- I put my everything in them and let the rest wait,
- And if they turned their backs, then why confess late,
- Why not tell me before, why make me wait?,
- I wish I could minimise my mums eyes,
- So she doesn't have to see me get into dumb fights,
- It's clear I've messed up one too many times,
- And I wanna apologise but I can't stand seeing my mum cry,
- A piece of me burns whenever that happens,
- Like when my best friend gets in a fight and I think to back em',
- Like when a girl looks in my eyes and remarks my fashion,
- With dirty glares, all these women man I think to slap em',
- But wait if I were to do so it'll be labeled wrong and hectic,
- Like men don't face abuse every day, even domestic,
- By other women and people like they never meant it,
- No one can deny it this shit even makes sexists sceptic,
- I hate to address an issue I know not much about,
- But I'm speaking what's on my mind, realism without a doubt,
- I don't really speak much on this when anyone's around,
- But I feel like I have to talk today, I feel the sound,
- Like who are you? Can you answer that question?,
- You won't just find out by looking at your reflection,
- We all think we're right, we have different perceptions,
- And I swore on my mums life that music is a blessing,
- Every time I'm stressing, I can't think to be finessing,
- Every day's a lesson, I don't understand the message,
- I don't see the bright side, I'm looking a wreckage,
- Look into my eyes and try telling me it's not depressing,
- I feel like we're all living off addiction,
- I write stuff like this rather than to get on with revision,
- Cause every time I step foot in school it feels like prison,
- They tell us to be ourselves, yet they set us restrictions,
- And I feel like we're all pigeons to religion,
- If we commit sinful acts but pray after, we're forgiven?,
- I don't really understand, I don't really get the system,
- But no one bothers to explain, people just want me to listen,
- Like the youth doesn't have an opinion,
- Like the truth doesn't make people resilient,
- Like the booth doesn't bring out my brilliance,
- Money makes the world go round, all of these millions,
- It's always money, that paper be so sensitive,
- Like we're all struggling, so forget the prejudice,
- We're all working and the governments our nemesis,
- Like your grandparents are in a flat living off of benefits,
- The truth sucks doesn't it, I'm sorry,
- Try living a full 24 hours in another's body,
- You wouldn't make it 10 minutes in another's worries,
- Times are getting colder so for now I'm known as Frosty,
- I'm focused on myself to even care about a haters flaw,
- I'm finding passages and trying to open later doors,
- In a world full of grass, plants and longer stalks,
- In a mind full of dread and my contagious thoughts,
- [END]
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