Wisdumb - Self Conscious Lyrics

Ain't got a lot of life and times to peer through
Poets acting fearful... Don't rhyme, they won't hear you
You need a clear view, words can pierce real truth
Thoughts appear frightening, we're fighting but
Too many people hate the dark and fear lightning
Still... trying to figure out this life thing
Got a little doubt about being a rapper with white skin
Surprising, still taking flack for speaking and rhyming
Still seeking the timing... Deeper than the back of your eyelids
I'm this like minded behind the iris kid, I'm feasible
Words can be subjective like evil is, so we villains
No third eye but I can see you kid
Hope like "leap fool," perception's the only difference
Between poets and the people, it's a free tune, don't re-fuse
Yo I know it's cliche, know the beats are pre-made
Burns like a heat wave, Forget to the he say, she say
Listen to what we say...

Yo, there's no definition, just spitting
Depict the world you live in
Raps don't have to be plated in gold
Sometimes I write to speak my soul

Yo, there's no definition, just spitting
Depict the world you live in
Raps don't have to be plated in gold
Sometimes I write to free my soul

See shit, get it off your back, spit it, lift it
It's simple as that, speak with symbols and acts
It's a creature... encrypted eyeballs and no vision
It's addicting, mold your diction, it's a poem if you spoke with conviction
Forget your physical dispo-sition, my mission is to speak and keep a pot
To piss in, follow my own volition, that's what most are missing
Fiction ain't fiction, but some never learn to create
It's not school, so don't listen and regurgitate
Sit and watch the picture as they show the murder tape, yo
I'm a pacifist, alchemist, make gold and leave homeless
Fear the stench and the sweat, of my apotheosis
Some don't get the metaphors, this is for those that do
This is for every poet and for every homeless dude
You made gold, they didn't notice, so know this dude

Yo, there's no definition, just spitting
Depict the world you live in
Raps don't have to be plated in gold
Sometimes I write to speak my soul

Yo, there's no definition, just spitting
Depict the world you live in
Raps don't have to be plated in gold
Sometimes I write to free my soul

Cross my heart and hope to die, that's a common
Let's be honest life's a pursuit and not a promise
Tomorrow could be modest, most is just forgotten
Dropping pockets, chasing comet tails and rockets
Got exhausted from the end you don't stop in
Love is my religion, but sometimes it's tough
Minus luck, I don't go to church enough... The
Pews are empty, plus the fews are many, and the
Pastor's an asshole who's not music friendly
Mostly fantasy is what I plan to speak of
Hands are free of cheap love, I just got to speak up
I'm conscious, both self and that I use my mind
It's funny though, that conscious means that you's alive
So I use the rhymes to school the preachers
People think that thoughtful is a synonym for weaker
I would have drank the Kool-Aid if it was a little cheaper

Yo, there's no definition, just spitting
Depict the world you live in
Raps don't have to be plated in gold
Sometimes I write to speak my soul

Yo, there's no definition, just spitting
Depict the world you live in
I write to free my soul