Calmer

her eyes and sky bluer than how my soul feels

i ask why what i spit matter and why they keep my lips sealed

for real tired of stealing meals and always on my heels

sometimes i just wanna give up and let all my word yield

but its all i got but i forgot in the past how hard i fought

from keeping these word trapped forever in my thoughts

the first time i rapped felt like oil lakes being tapped

like a damn breaking releasing all these words that were trapped

and hatred and emotion just being fucking spat

firing these heavy lead word out my mouth like a gat

felt like forever cause rapping make time seem longer

and every fucked up action i do all seem wronger

but my goal and glory just seem to get farther

but no frustration cause in my songs i'm calmer