EPISODE · Dec 21, 2025 · 3 MIN

The Tiring Spin

from #StoriesAboutSongs · host RedefineHipHop

4)Tiring Spin (5-10) Mental piece over everything, the song the elders sing The long road to happiness, the quest of the Elden Ring I seldom bring the ruckus, yet peace is seldom seen Yell and scream, standing at the crossroads, selling dreams Buy a few, ya never know what you’ll get into I blend old and new, old school like pencils I been told the future that it’s time is near Perhaps I miscalculated, or time can’t hear Silent times, balance finds, its way in the end It’s My Bloody Valentine all over again These layers ain’t thin, deep like the depth of the skin Your disrespect has no effect, disappears in the wind I meant to win and share the lion’s share with a friend Trying to be fair, but clearly that’s apparently rare The time that we spend, it ends, or it goes to THE END A matter of care, some flair in the message I send It’s best pretend, the truth just a mess to begin I guess I’m against the lessons that I’ve learned every since A form of defense but that don’t make the moment less tense Just widens the lens, lead us to the why’s and when’s The wisemen spend no time trying to mine for a gem The mind is a gym, I’m exercising admiring them Fire and BRIM-stone, faulty firing pin Requiring zen, relief from this tiring spin It’s the greatest show in space…earth is so behind Bout to take my rightful place on the Chorus Line I’m borderline living on borrowed time And if today ain’t my day, guess tomorrow’s fine A star gonna shine no matter how dark the sky We lose in the end, still I love that part that try The heart…it wonders why, but the brain is sure I use art to paint the picture, and the pain is pure When it rain, it pours…heavy, plus the drain the full I seen the problem from afar, still remained a fool That’s just human instinct, Program to think We’re out of sync, searching for a missing link But it’s all there, it’s just too hard to see Thru the thin layer of truth lying underneath Not one to preach but dust off my soap box, please So I can yell, I won’t fall, not until hell freeze Not until hell freeze, in this tiring spin