EPISODE · Jul 3, 2022 · 2 MIN

Lifeline (Mentally Well Enough)

from #StoriesAboutSongs · host RedefineHipHop

My personality? Man, I got a wide array Do you really wanna see It on full display? My dues are paid, but struggle still rules the day It’s like a pool game, still trying to work my aim The worth of pain ain’t measured by the hurt it brings And certain things ain’t really worth the gain My purpose? CHANGE the ways that don’t serve me well Fight tooth and nail, if not, I DESERVE to fail That’s harsh words, but I don’t sugarcoat these tales I keep them pure in their form like the mourning wails Of a child first learning that the heart is frail Ain’t hard to tell, love can be hard to sell Much less give, and it feels so odd to fail Can probably tell, I’m a newly evolving shell Trying to focus my direction like a monorail… If this is it, let me get one final kiss Upon my lips, that’s not my fondest wish It’s just a thought in the moment, that’s what honest is A modernist, still known to honor his History, goes deep like archaeologist Acknowledgments are not why I conjure this I can’t resist, I can’t let monsters win They’re monstrous, yeah, that’s probably obvious Survival rate, depending on the odds we get And odd is THIS, no signs of being mod-er-rate And, I’ll admit, that’s old news like Vinyl Skips So don’t play, here you won’t find no kids A finalist, finally, but remind me this Is the prize worth more than what the problems is? It hardly is, I need to see a pharmacist And, we can skip the prescription, I know just the fix The question is, what’s the cure for nothingness? The lust of men, corrupts and erupts within Worsening conditions it’s a must we win It’s us or them, I’m trying to adjust to this… Justices who don’t seem to know what justice is So many layers, can god even answer our prayers? Or is he just too busy with his own affairs? The bonus years, is what it appears this is Appearances are not quite what mirrors is In seriousness, I’m just trying to bury the myth We’re guaranteed something better if we follow the scripts Tomorrows a gift, or one step towards the abyss Between me and reality, I’m sensing a rift The tension is thick, the sands of time pass quick I full stuck…but false hope is the only rope I get Subliminal Hook: You’ll sink very deeply…