"Why Should You Be Good?" by Pat...
• Written by D_Patches
D_Patches's Notes
This song serves as an inner monologue, a conversation between my rational side and my creative side.
Verse 1: Rapping about material just isn't me, and if it is, I'll hang it up
Why should I be good, what is my incentive?
Why add effort when I have no need to be inventive?
Why pen a verse like I pretend that there's a penance
When the alternate will get you on a one way trek to Venice?
Why should you be good and sacrifice when you could live
When the option's often open to employ derivatives?
What have you to offer when you own nothing to give
You don't know what could happen. why put faith in these what-ifs?
I could never speak for any other than myself
But with how I see my ceiling, I could never in good health
Make a song that didn't show the life that I've endured
Where would people turn to learn these lessons unexplored
Making songs in avarice is at its core impure
So I refuse to sell a product if my best is not in store
I know I crucify myself for all my past mistakes
So I'll sustain my higher standards, never minding what it takes
And if I start to lean off course, I'll ease the gas and pump the brakes
(Break to catch breath)
Suppose that I'm opposed to spending money in abundance,
I write for the people, so think of all the thoughts it summons
Heroes mold who we become, we're not this way from birth
If I get blinded by the lights, my lows are drained of all their worth
To quote a past philosopher, Ibn Khaldun made the statement
Pain before you prosper should be most appreciated
So no, I won't resort to the simpler of the options
Cuz in the lens of history those are first of men forgotten
Chorus:
Why can't you just see what I am? X2
Verse 2: I want to be remembered
The pattern may repeat, but with fading days and memories
Go most every artist but the greatest that will every be
So what you yearn for most you will likely come to never see
And if you're proven wrong, then you truly have my empathy
If the Garden rots, will you truly keep this energy?
Let me ask in quick retort, how many do you reckon
That rap about materials that beckon recollection
I'd wager money nowadays, they're working bed-and-breakfasts
As their gimmick losing color caused accelerated exits
Once the stars of "iced-out" artists vanish into ash
Their budgets and desires soon after begin to clash
Now, what incentives drive me to condemn this line of thought
Could it be I've worked in life to cash in what I've wrought?
Could it be I want to be remembered for my efforts
Could it be I want my work to form an earthly tether?
I crave to be remembered for the thoughts I strung together
So me and all my confidantes can sing along forever
As the story goes, I'll add on things to keep remembered
Starting with some core supporters not a man could sever
Who practice what they preach with me from Janus to December
Chorus:
Why can't you just see what I am? X2
Verse 3: Thugging isn't who I am, so I have to be dope in order to keep it real
How about combining urban flavor with your talent?
While moving tons of units, being candid is still valid
It's not a type of lie to make connections with a listener
Survival's most important, or is your mindset immature?
I want to make a mil but wasn't raised up in a grainery
I also wish to stay mostly untainted by chicanery
I have a thousand stories that would quickly garner empathy
Sustaining lies is harder, weaving such a tale so emptily
So keeping lyrics real is the option that remains for me
Is there another option than to opt for copping opulence?
Sadly, it's the status quo that I seem to be up against
What good ever came from simply doing what you want
I'd love a room with millions I now don't have to flaunt
But the way to cross that distance is to earn recurring profit
There aren't many Kendricks, but too many think they're prophets
These students of the game are either stupid or insane
And with everything you've said, I'm convinced that you're the same
The aloof need to learn to stick closely to their lane
Or be a horror story that need learning through the pain
Verse 4: I'm trying to reach a different audience than my brain is trying to tell me
And that's the central point where you and I both disagree
The way that some get popular is partying and memes
I don't want that in my stockings, that won't satisfy my needs
I aim for higher goals than being a banger for 3 weeks
In fact, it even serves as my antithesis it seems,
In the end, you could be right in every word you say
But walking through where none have gone's in truth only way
I need to be creative, whether or not it's clothed with roses
So when it all unfolds, I alone won't grow with showbiz
Yeah, I'd make more money if I spoke of hoes and weed
But that won't save the world and assist the men in need
Like I've said before, and since you still can't understand
The powerful are obliged to extend a helping hand
And that's the kind of man that I'll show myself to be
Tell me who looks to the Migos for assisting those in need?
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D_Patches
Member since January 1 2019