Queue The Kid - His Song

Remember I told you when you started
The guys who last in this business
Are the guys who fly straight, low key, quiet
They're the guys who want it all
As I sit in this basement garage, connect with spirits
Therapeutic music blastin bridgin distance
Didn't intend to misjudge or run-interference
Took at face, value the industry and it's appearance
Started off as passion, a pull to instrumentals
Turned me to a threat to the hull and holy temples in my temple
Prevent desolation and genocide
Sacrifice myself, see living legends rise when I ride
Turbulence unburdened by indecision
Take one, we take more, the cycle never endin'
What's the point of rhythm? That leads us towards a schism
People strong together, all they need is the wisdom
Father, son, spirit, ID, super, ego
Believe what you believe, I'm saying this for my people
Define God within gold, heroes from ground zero
Beginning after the end, the reverse of an ego
To be the change I desire within society
Strapped to a pyre, in essence the higher me
Energy online, seething with anonymity
Energy around, teeming with luminosity
An odyssey, enacting in every starving artist
Whether brilliant or bogus, follow where my heart is
One part is wishing that I had never started
Worried that I doomed, faint not worried how I'm regarded
Other part famished, the hunger is undeniable
If I breach the surface, the kid's might see it's viable
Maintain oneself, reaching for what's desirable
Never had foreseen the extent almighty high would go
Nah it ain't in vain, go at my own pace
Free beat off YouTube, only time it's freebase
Drop from the chute, returned as a clean plate
These days, ain't even about the deep state
I been in a deep space, Understanding worth
And honestly, Kids from W4, reflections of me
Life is in the balance, take me, and save the team
Them on tour with me was always part of the dream
Yah mean? To be human, is to be flawed
Told that to a kid, some would see me as odd
Power that we hold, I might've viewed it as wrong
Maybe I'm just talking to God
Maybe we just talking to God
Maybe I'm just talking to God
Maybe I'm just talking to God
Maybe I'm just talking to God
Maybe I'm just talking to God
Maybe I'm just talking to God
Maybe I'm just talking to God
As I stand in this seven-corner room
Reflect on loss
Should've known the most complicated
Would be the costs
What's the price he said a life
I said fine, he said their's
I said mine, he said you blind
I said I'm guided by my angels
I spare the devil no mind
In due time, he'll get what he's demanded
It's always the least expected
It's never who they projected
You don't gotta accept it
You're human to make a choice
Live your life in silence
Or silently spread your voice
Spirit of the world
But some may call it the noise
Sitting on the sun
And staring into the void
Devoid of the feelings
That I carried as a child
Weariness and apathy
Nothing was worth the while
Surrounded by the fiends
I quietly peeped the trials
Now I'm seeing green
I happily ate a mile
Queuing up songs
My autobiography
Float me down the river
And wake me up out at sea
Center of the storm
Calm, cleansing me at peace
Blood on my palms
Autobiograffiti
Hungry, never needy
Ambitious, never greedy
I love em, don't ever need me
I love you, don't ever leave me
Cause I know that love hurts
Nah, it ain't selfish
Saying self what you love first
Doing that, I just started
Learning how love works
Time slippin I won't catch it
Running backwards
Unmasked emotions
And I ain't playing an actor
Picture perfect poses
And purple pristine palaces
World atop shoulders
No struggle to keep balance
Hate to see the world
Where hatred shattered us all

Written by:
Quincy Wilson

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