Redd Tha Artist - Words of the Pencil

Evil on my back
Smoking just to stay sane
I'm talking weed
Cuz I ain't dealing with no cocaine
Can hardly sleep
Cuz I been dealing with them migraines
About to blow
Cuz I can no longer be contained
Daydreaming
As I'm staring
Through the window pane
No more inspiration
Just the want to get away from pain
So please excuse me
If it's looking like my body's drained
My life is not a sitcom
House of Payne
I'm on a road with no plan
but looking for success
Thinking bout my future
But I don't know what step is next
Feels like I'm walking through the woods
Blindfolded as a test
And I'm hoping for the best
No wonder why I'm stressed
Yea, I know
That I stay looking in the mirror
Gotta address myself before I dive into the bigger picture
Not really hurt
It's just my brain
That is so injured
Thinking hard
And it's breaking down
My mental pillars
Reaching for the good
As I'm dealing with this evil
Hard to listen to your thoughts
And the minds of your people
Many ways to speak your mind
Like the words coming thru your dental
But stop and listen
To the words of the pencil
A lost soul in this world
My mind is going in a swirl
Unsolved problems
But still thinking bout my cousin Harold
My uncle in Wisconsin
And his son and baby girl
Well all my folks
The reasons why I'm striving
For the opposite of broke
And why I stay away from coke
And these feelings that I'm feeling
Are why I wrote the stuff I wrote
Thinking back on all the leaders
Without quoting the stuff they spoke
Wanna hide from the world
Where's my invisibility cloak
And they don't know
That you can be faux without faking
But that's me in neither case
So you must be mistaking
Stay true to yourself
Or you're doomed to start decaying
Good at bars
So I'ma stick to beat assassinating
Yea, I know
That I stay looking in the mirror
Gotta address myself before I dive into the bigger picture
Not really hurt
It's just my brain
That is so injured
Thinking hard
And it's breaking down
My mental pillars
Reaching for the good
As I'm dealing with this evil
Hard to listen to your thoughts
And the minds of your people
Many ways to speak your mind
Like the words coming thru your dental
But stop and listen
To the words of the pencil

Written by:
TUDARRIO WILLIS

Publisher:
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