last verse for the real ones who been lost in the maze who been searchin' for a feeling that they can't explain who been told that the top is where the happiness stay
By Forest Green2 months ago in Poets
Tried to cut it off, but the signal too strong Tried to write a verse, but the vibe all wrong Tried to stay focused, but the noise too loud
Clearing my throat, lungs full of pressure Red smoke in my rearview, can’t measure the treasure Chain on my neck heavy like guilt on a sinner
They said I’d drown, now I float on the vapor Red smoke in my crown, got the haters in labor I don’t do clout, I just clout with the paper
Phone blowing up, every ping a new flame Sliding in the DMs, callin' out my name Side chicks and side deals, money on the line
They want the glow but they hate how it flicker Red smoke in the photos, make the fake ones sicker I don’t do peace when the piece make it quicker
Mirror on the wall, asking who I am Reflection getting blurry from the Instagram Filter on the face, filter on the truth Chasin' validation, losing all my youth
Step in the tunnel, walls got teeth, they grin when they see me Every step a trigger, every light a lie that won't free me
Yeah, I been grinding with a limp in my step Still stepping on the necks of the ones that slept They was laughing when the lights was low
They throw stones from the cracks, I throw 'em right back Every insult a brick, now the wall got my back I been called every name, I been dragged through the mud
Woke up with the weight of the world on my chest Tried to smile but the mirror confessed I been running from the silence, it holler the loudest
Look, I been fighting with the man in the mirror He don’t flinch when the trigger get nearer I was 10 with a dream, now the dream feel fake
