Geppetto's Hands (SB4) Lyrics

The Midwest got the music biz in a frenzy

I came alive when the odds stacked up against me

More of a arsonist than Arsenio Hall

My dark and cynical thoughts

I scribbled em on the wall

For tangible motivation for anybody that's lost

I was

Blessed with the curse to see life through a different lens

Feel like the only thing I ever did right was with a pen

Swear I then been through everything at least twice except the pen

Reality start to mimick a knife piercing yo skin

In the shallows reaching for wind Like will he sink will he swim

Tell me is art really art if you don't feel it

Been conjuring up these lyrics from places dark as my pigment

A vessel or a reflection of Cleveland living condition

It's winter but niggas sweating, block hot as fajita skillets

My mind littered with visions of vengeance and pretty women

Duality at its finest the pendulum steady shifting

And swinging like tennis rackets at Wimbledon

This ain't for the internet or for radio censorship

Give a fuck bout a image

My resume say I been the shit

On yo porch early morning knocking like jehovah witnesses

With issues and magazines just to show you how real it get

Still ignorant

Every Nigga I cut off I'm doing better then

And every bitch that deserted me want a second chance

A bunch of puppets just searching for something real again

You view it differently when you move with Geppetto's hands

A lot of ghetto intelligence, dash of elegance

Rather lay on my back in a casket than back pedaling

Rest in peace Mac Miller

It's deeper than rap, isn't it

Treated addys like M&M's

Know a relapse eminent

All in the name of tryna stay sane while yo spirit fidgeting

Crafted a lane by murdering any name that they put me with

Knowing they ain't ill as him

Homie just illiterate

Eww

Big bambi the silver lining like how could he fail

Deep coughing got weed particles under his nails

Hard body I been solid know these niggas frail

Dick ride for attention should be ashamed of yourself

And they just do it for clout imagine what they'd do for wealth

Shit repulsive

Not one to be brown nosing

I was on the ground strolling

While you had the blinds open

Tryna get a glimpse

And catch a peak inside the jungle we was living in

No open casket caught him slipping next to Open Pitt

Hole in one

Chopping down whoever walking up

Wrong tree to be barking up

2 close to being the 1

This pencil a loaded gun

Fuck it, keep it