Introix

Verse 1:

I'm the--

Son of Jersey with the je nais se quois

Workin on versions like in un, deux, trois

I know all my creatives can relate to what I thought

When you fall, fixing it feels like following a law

I know you’re following along,

 

 

 

 

 

Might be only me, so you can tell me if I'm wrong

But if creating is your passion, it's like following a law

I see ya following along

 

 

 

 

 

 

Eureka, I see ya following along

 

 

 

Only one dude, but I bet you're following along

If you're creative

For creatives it's almost like you're following a law

Seek out every

 

If yall have made something, I know you're following along

Correcting every flaw like you're following a law

 

Like you're following a law

I know that my creatives all relate to second guessing

Pieces of their work that may not even need adressing

Dispensing satisfaction and backing to square one

 

 

Feeling satisfaction will be replaced any second

 

 

 

If a curse in a blessing, I'll be damned before I'm resting

If none can save me from the fact I'm endlessly obsessing

I’m guessing this is something like my strange addiction

How I’m tethered to the parts that don’t even need fixin

How many times I could recount improving what I’ve written

Six years and I’m still filling in revisions

No kiddin’, feels like I turned the hero to the villain

 

Word to my creatives who relate to second guessing

Pieces of their work that may not even need addressing!

Testing temp while uncertain of the worth

Of whatever they were brave enough to put onto the earth

Only goes to show ya all the worth of first impressions

How work can be reversed by the power of suggestion

How no matter how deep the depth of our perception

We’ll only find death in the depths of perfection

But despite the ways ideas change in the brain

Some things we stay will forever stay the same, like

Moderate in affluence, conceived as a Patrowicz

An alias of Patches with a mindset of the malcontents

A brought-to-rap-by-happenstance, product of the Garden State

Who as a pawn came upon pontiffs of the starting gates

 

Chorus

I waited, I waited, time went by

All I do is cry (Say, say, say, say)

X2

 

Verse 2:

White guy rapper aint a road of rhododendrons

Just the mention fills a head with questions and objections

Questions of the level of malevolent intentions

So I'm guessing while you and me are here and got a second

I should mention all the ones who let me pen all my inventions

Sorry if I'm somewhere that I have no right to snoop,

But God blesses the Nases and Lupes I had on loop

God bless the MFs who came and paved the way

Eminem and em, the eminent in the domain

Ty to the Wilds, respect the Technicians

Without y’all, I'd be fishing for a fifth of my efficience

I stare at y'all types and stick to my vision

My words don't only come from a hunger for commission

Maybe I coulda took a more normal root

Than the branch I found myself in, but starting out I knew

There are worser things that I can do to bear fruit

 

Chorus

I waited, I waited, time went by

All I do is cry (Say, say, say, say)

X2

 

Verse 3

And I promise it ain’t all about me

The mediums the method to confess what I see

And I know some’ll say c’est la vie

When they see people suffer and just say to let it be

But who are we as a people who have only known peace

Not to listen to the rest of the world as it weeps

How do we blissfully fall asleep in our sheets

When people in the world need to plead just to eat

See, a people’s peace of mind is equal a piece of mine

How can I hold the world and still be behind the times?

Each of us are free to live and make our own decisions

But by virtue of my person I can plan nothing malicious

Never been a fan of acts of aggravation

I’m apt to use raps practical application

See Patches walks the path of the philosopher and pacifist

Far surpassed the actors who make an act of avarice

Using nothing more than a moral obligation

I damn the wicked, pray for the weak,

And pray the unholy fully knows what they reap