Jazz Flute

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah Uhu Lawd Yeah Aight, look I said I [Chorus] Don't believe in my dreams I no longer live with a passion I've asked the Lord to forgive me For wasting all of my talent The spirit that I possess is polluted by insecurities Terrified by reality, my predicament worries me Don't believe in my dreams I no longer live with a passion I've asked the Lord to forgive me For wasting all of my talent The spirit that I possess is polluted by insecurities Terrified by reality, my predicament worries me [Verse 1] Hurry now come and see the plane crash Before this person passes a verse from my past About pastors pacifying the masses I've mastered the art of wearing a mask for public perception Perplexed by this peasant or pessimistically push the message Massaging the egos of all the evil deceitful decrepit Somehow I've learned to use all my words as a weapon So as I'm forming this sentence I'm sensing your sensitivity Severing all ties, with the other side I've decided to silence my sanity with this suicidal secretion I serenade with soliloquies Cynically I will sacrifice Appetite for destruction Without parental discretion, confessing You the mothafucking real nigga right With a lyric to recite 'bout life Said it must be nice, when the story that you giving is a lie And the feeling inside that you been fighting The rhymes are enticing They got a nigga feeling like Tyson You better knock 'em out in the first round Down to the ground and you're bound to the expectation A mindstate to someone in relation, avoid temptation, a pressure that builds from elation Could bust but I trust in the true elevation Defining a defensive position Dependent upon the amount of energy that was given I take a definitive stance on what it means Everything ain't what it seems, when you following a dream The hope and ambition, the pain you accrue From the things that people done put you through But it is what it is And I really can't call that I'm playing with the cards I was dealt And I'm way too proud to accept any help But I know motherfuckers don't do it like this When I'm down, I could never get a lift But the moment that I really wanna quit When I finally realize that nobody ever really give a shit 'Bout a young motherfucker with a dream To revive the pride that's inside He can no longer vie with a prayer for the soul But it's already died FUCK [Chorus] Don't believe in my dreams I no longer live with a passion I've asked the Lord to forgive me For wasting all of my talent The spirit that I possess is polluted by insecurities Terrified by reality, my predicament worries me Don't believe in my dreams I no longer live with a passion I've asked the Lord to forgive me For wasting all of my talent The spirit that I possess is polluted by insecurities Terrified by reality, my predicament worries me [Verse 2] As I pray to Jehovah I swear I feel like it's over My positive [?] evaporate as I elaborate All my mental stability really should be evaluated Salutations from my shallow grave But look at the mess that I made They live for the fame I murder the beat and it's slain I'm painting a picture of pain I'm knowing you take it in vain I said I was never regained The feeling of being defeated defining the fears A finding that wouldn't appear The smoke in the mirror I pray that I'm making it clear I hear that people they talking a lot But never do know what they speaking about I guess with the way that I spit it My lyrics are making them listen I'm giving you everything that I got My honesty wasn't a shock [?] in what you confide You hide in your hideous lies And live in a life you despise I'm wasting my time By taking my thoughts out my mind And putting them right on a page I'm truly insane But there was the one I could blame I wanted a sec in the game But never refrain I guess I was really estranged You live in reality something you see is the norm But I wouldn't ever conform Just give it different form The flow is adorn My spirit is torn I'm pausing to give you a minute to mourn FUCK