There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
second verse, still the same curse chasing what I lost, feel the hunger thirst dreams in the rearview, fading in the haze
By Forest Green3 months ago in Poets
run it back, run it back, rewind the tape but the moment vanished, left me in the wake had it locked, had it tight, thought it was mine
Pressure built the muscle, now the frame stay sturdy Lookong around , turned the struggle to currency They were chasing likes, I was chasing urgency
Rose from the mud, now the floor too clean Still keep the same circle, cut the fake routine They were laughing then, now the tone too mean
Pressure on the chest, I still breathe through it Stacking every cent, watch the team move it Finally got on top where the rent due hit
paradise ain't a place, it's a state that you chase but the chase make you blind to the moment you taste i've been tasting every second, every breath that i take
i been searching every corner, every block that i walk money talk but it don't speak when the pressure get hot dreams in my pocket, but the rent due tomorrow
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
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
