the unconscious mind
• Written by staygoldleeway
the unconscious mind it begins to wander
from the thoughts from here down to yonder
no controlling what it wills to think
connections it will begin to link
plays through channels of thought like a tv
and i'm just retelling what it says to me
why do i write this music
why can't i get my cruise ship
if you so great then prove it
and you better not confuse it
everything comes to an end
relationships we cannot mend
i ain't got the time to spend
so don't pretend to be my friend
i don't need fakers in my circle
and i don't smoke no purple
cause i'm straight edge like a ruler
and i ain't gon be a user
cause i ain't gon be a puppet
they tell me no i say fuck it
i'mma do it anyways
and this world is just so cra-
zy, can't you see
i'mma stay up on my feet
omg, who are we
just the greatest in the game
and by the end of the day
you better know the name
once upon a time, motherfuckers tried to lie to me
and now you see, motherfuckers tryna side with me
well would you ride for me? and would you die for me?
naaaaa, i didn't think so, g
all my competitors know i'm a hard act to follow
and i'll be blowing up just like the thirteenth apollo
but sometimes i try to write and come up with a song
but every time the product just simply feels so wrong
is it so bad if i don't wanna rap bout drugs
is it so bad if i don't wanna rap bout thugs
well then what else am i supposed to rap about
feels like im living in a lyrical drought
it seems that we all suffer from writer's block
watch the time tick down on the hands of the clock
time goes by yet i still stay stagnant
ain't achieved success, not even a fragment
so i chuck it in the trash and i start over again
i open up the notepad and pick up the pen
cause us rappers be worth about a dime a dozen
so many of us gonna amount to nothing
and i hear doubts in the back of my mind
like you'll probably never ever even get signed
sometimes i wonder about the strangest things
sometimes i wonder what this life might bring
like would anyone notice if i was gone
would they care if i stopped making songs
imagine i no longer exist on this earth
and i'd never experience a single rebirth
i recall my past, did i do em wrong
did they think of me as weak or strong
did i even make the slightest impact
did anyone care about my songs in fact
how long would it take to become forgotten
would my memories become downtrodden
by the bad outshining the good
or would i be forgiven for good
like writing my wrongs helped right my wrongs
i just hope i continue to live on in my songs
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staygoldleeway
Member since January 24 2015