Beem Fya Leo - Mic Check

I lost the tune and I lost the beat
Man, how am I supposed to compete
In this industry where being real is wrong
Am I gonna lose? I can feel defeat
How can I stand on my own two feet
When I'm not allowed to be myself in a song?

Anxiety, depression - I'm wrestling with
Attention deficit
And definitely feel like I'm reticent
But this is medicine
So, I'm poundin' it all out upon my tracks so I can heal
Medicate - I won't get comfortable at the risk of bein' real
Meditate upon the Voice of Truth that speaks above my feelings
Aim to follow in His leading for my songs so I won't hesitate!
At the ready, men!
Ready your arms and steady them
I'm takin' shots for brokenness
At least that's how it feels
I don't know if I'm mature enough to speak upon some issues
That I'm passionate about, passin' outside and I'm wishin'
That my missional mentality might maybe just grow up
Peter Pan been livin' in Never Land far to long
So I'm Banning him, but candid, while canning the young boy
I'm still handlin' that childlike faith, sense of wonder, and joy
'Cause I'm barely standin' I pray to employ
A strategy, that in these firefights
Brings Serenity while I see that Firefly

I lost the tune and I lost the beat
Man, how am I supposed to compete
In this industry where being real is wrong
Am I gonna lose? I can feel defeat
How can I stand on my own two feet
When I'm not allowed to be myself in a song?

I'm tryin'a keep it 100 grand
Central on stationery
Trailing my train of thoughts like a
Mine field with dead canaries
Can e'erybody hear the detonation?
My mind's blown
When the people preaching tolerance can't tolerate my realness
The tweets they sing are a yellow feathered
Mocking Jay E-S-U-S
I'm told, "Keep religion out of this!"
But your system of beliefs defines the lens through which you view this:
Contacts on your pair of eyes
That's a paradigm
Not a pair of dimes:
20/20
Jackson 5
That's a hundred but I'm huntin'
For the truth that's leads to freedom
Bring it back - I call it Tubman
Can You Feel It? That's a callback
20/20 hindsight and that picture's worth a grand
NoFilter on the Instacandygram
Bitter as the candy can
While the flow is caffeinated
And that's straight coffee grounds
NoFilter
Yeah, it may be gritty, but I ain't lying through my teeth
NoFilter

I lost the tune and I lost the beat
Man, how am I supposed to compete
In this industry where being real is wrong
Am I gonna lose? I can feel defeat
How can I stand on my own two feet
When I'm not allowed to be myself in a song?

I'm hearing, "Leave it be, B
You're being too concerned with what you
See, D
V-D
T
V standards
Bring it back
Let the BB sting while the CD sing
This is audio visual learning
Dreamer vs Dream
Call a time out on the verses 'cause they understand hurt
Relapse
I'm on the verge of what this deconstruction brings
To the BBQs up what the BBC
Networks that I'm trapped in
Unpacked and
I'm a dreamer minding vision: that's a DMV
Driven motivation, but the license absentee
In this A and V W DVR
But this driver need no drink when I'm R-O-U-T-E-D
Before the chorus playback times 3
I'm sober and no one can call me a foreigner
During the mourning He's breaking the chains
Free from the hurt of the heat and the pressure
And the weight of the way they perceive me

I lost the tune and I lost the beat
Man, how am I supposed to compete
In this industry where being real is wrong
Am I gonna lose? I can feel defeat
How can I stand on my own two feet
When I'm not allowed to be myself in a song?

Written by:
Brendan Leonard

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