Absent Thoughts II Lyrics

Sitting down in this room thinking bout my purpose

All this work got me confused as if I'm just a servant

When my orders get construed is it called a disservice

Or does my trial and error have my peers think I'm perfect

Vast amounts of growing pains kept my tools dull

Sharpening the iron of who you love clears a smog skull

Smoking mirrors and the ferris wheel make you feel full

The amusement dies when a nine turns a kid ghoul

Bells toll early for the ones with most potential

Cuz the brightest in the room was just god's residuals

So anytime we had find life unbearably miserable

We get touched in physical but feel it spiritual

Minuscule problems adding up as inconvenience

How to be how to speak all for viewership appeasements

When the one you see in the morning before it begins

Tugging on your shoulder with a smolder from negligence

Aye Lamar that's too far don't you preach to em

If it's bars keep it dark you can reach to em

Using spark from ya smarts is a breach to em

But ya art is Rosa Parks give the seats to em

A forgotten soul bottom of the totem pole

Worked the graveyard shift for niggas that were gonna freeze in cold

But what had froze was the soles and their toes

Cuz when I strived for greatness they showed placements where their knives were stowed

Bold brazen bastards barely breathing being briskly banished

But I established feeding negativity only leaves you famished

So when I'm challenged by the odds I even out the balance

By advancing to the next level called to fix the damaged

Who am I the lonely guy that only tries to see you fly

Don't gotta die to see the sky your limit size is by your eyes

No pair of lies can paralyze the pair of eyes that seek demise

So strategize your paradigm your lonely spirit sees inside

That's why I speak to represent the weak

To represent the geeks or weirdos labeled freaks

Because those sticks and stones are usually aimed at me

But since I found my calling they are getting hard to reach

I'm still gon have my bad days and morph em into good days

I still get writer's blockade putting thoughts on one page

I still go back to young age and wishing it could replay

Cuz being people's black aide needs an R&R day

Still see demons everyday finding ways to go shake em

Some of em self conflicted these habits gotta break em

Some of em are depicted when people change than face em

But I plea them be acquitted to dismiss em and then case em

Aye Lamar that's too far don't you preach to em

If it's bars keep it dark you can reach to em

Using spark from ya smarts is a breach to em

But ya art is Rosa Parks give the seats to em