Jayme Fortune & Elyon - Similar View

Minds full of what if's, mine full of buttons
Mindful to address a similar view
Now that I've visited the lowest of lows
I'll ponder life in the soul
So I can grow, until I'm hurting no more
Minds full of what if's, mine full of buttons
Mindful to address a similar view
Now that I've visited the lowest of lows
I'll ponder life in the soul
So I can grow, until I'm hurting no more
Do you see do you see me, breaking the mold
I feel the grit under my feet like the sand in my toes
I understand now, what I didn't know then
What I couldn't understand, truth cracked open
Got both hands, I'm feeling great like a new man
In a minute or two I'll be leading you to the winning hand
Whatever I'm dealt, whenever I can
I lead my life through a lens of optimism and lamb
See it's easier than we try to make it
I was leaving space vacant to patience, since it was adjacent
I'm complacent, sometimes I want to quit it
I want to be passionate, specifically, I would get it
A hero within the shadows like a secret agent (I am)
Like a little rain in a drought, and I'll be a saying
I bring life, carry hope in the rhymes
Are you waiting for a flood, I'll bring it throughout my lines
Minds full of what if's, mine full of buttons
Mindful to address a similar view
Now that I've visited the lowest of lows
I'll ponder life in the soul
So I can grow, until I'm hurting no more
Minds full of what if's, mine full of buttons
Mindful to address a similar view
Now that I've visited the lowest of lows
I'll ponder life in the soul
So I can grow, until I'm hurting no more
Do you see, do you see me, breaking the mold
I feel the grit under my feet, like the sand in my toes
I'm ready to go, venture through a valley of snow
Never again will I stick, I'ma stand out in frozen
Chosen, that's why I write so I can show you
Sort through, life in a rhyme is what I produce
Even when it's difficult, trying to be original
In a sea of faces where everybody is critical
Syllables tossed in the wind that's my cue to go
Pen in my palm, a whitened cuticle, who would've known
Inking everything that I felt, nope but pretty close
I'm closing in to the heart of it, of what I love the most
Melancholy lullaby, Elyon the start of this
Collaboration chasing art with a heart of tips
Given from a personhood with slightly larger wrists
Minds full of what if's, mine full of buttons
Mindful to address a similar view
Now that I've visited the lowest of lows
I'll ponder life in the soul
So I can grow, until I'm hurting no more
Minds full of what if's, mine full of buttons
Mindful to address a similar view
Now that I've visited the lowest of lows
I'll ponder life in the soul
So I can grow, until I'm hurting no more (More)

Written by:
Jayme Carroll

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