PENSIVE POET Lyrics

Yeah

Wrote this shit when I was, on the metro coming back from work

45 Minute journey so I wrote this verse

Now you'll hear it all

Am I lost in the sequence

Or is the sequence lost in the presence of me?

I can't rap about homies that got shot or locked up in a cell but I know that there's a life for me

I grew up in a decent house with not a single drop of poverty

I grew up in a school that handed newest iPads out freely

To the kids that complain about whether they lunches got green leaves or tea

Boy, what would I do without this life?

I know I rap about money and the jaded type

But I'm not one to rap about my failures like like they ain't made for me

Or I'm cut from a different cloth

Cuz I been through struggles but more of the mental thoughts

And been through struggles when it was tough on the fucking family love

Or been through strict shit got my parents thinking that i'm the chosen one

All I ever really wanted was to be the only one

For the love of my life that left me in the cold, in the dust, and so I took the OPUS one

Straight to downtown Montreal, I walk around thinking I'm the only one

Mental struggles take its presence only if I let it

I've said a lot of shit in the past I've regretted

But now I realize I said it just so I could get it

Understand the myth of confusion and how it's stopping you from where you're headed

People love to talk louder than you if you don't express your truth and rock it like you fucking sell it

I can't rap about the famous type but I know that i'm made for life

I can't rap about the girls I fucked because they know that they ain't my wife

I don't rap about being lonely because I'm supposed to be the crazy type

But who the fuck is you to tell me how I should be acting when the stars align

Or when the stars the combine

Or when I start to die

Or when I look up to the sky and see a shooting star

Call me the pensive poet

Pen to the paper thinking how I wrote it

Lot of paths I could go for but I be sulking knowing that my choice might lead me to this fucking poem

Yeah, this the fucking pensive poet