i'm not the best
• Written by Pataclysm
Pataclysm's Notes
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Even a blind king gives the crown to his heir.
I'm grimey, I ain't got the time to climb
I'm crackin' nines on ya head, snortin' lines
Now I'm dead. Grindin' everyday just to make it
Bake that bread cuz I'll never be a poet.
I know I'll be damned if I'm every gonna show it.
And I can't stand it, my head in the clouds
But I ain't mike jackson, man, my mind filled with doubt.
And I'm poutin' cuz this gat that I'm toutin'
Ain't helpin' me climb this mountain.
Man I'll never reach the pinnacle
Oh so cynical, but it'll be a miracle
If I ever get to Israel.
The promised Land, I can't go ham
But I put it on my body like Timberland
I know I won't be the best
And no I won't be depressed
Because there's evidence of instances
Where runnin' hard only gets you shin splints
So this big ol kid just gonna take it easy
And one day be a god like his hero Yeezy.
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Pataclysm
Member since December 13 2013