Solmoney - My Excuse

They tell you "Do what you love"
But that's only when "doing" pays
And if money don't suit yourself
Then get out of your selfish ways
Go make capitalistic waves
As a cog in a big tech space
And just rot as a fiscal slave
'Til you're caught in a mid-life craze
You reflect
Regret the dreams you let your doubt and apprehension reject
Wonder how you let the ills of corporate fortune infect
Your every move and intent
To just be a dude
Who could bet that he'll live his truth
And pursue what he always knew
Gave him childlike joy anew
Gave him life when he was aloof
Saved his mind when it bent askew
He felt Wright at the height he flew
With his style he cannot lose
Walk a mile in verbal shoes
And you'll find a proverbial muse
Think it's time that we light the fuse
And just rhyme
What we got to lose?
Every line that I write induces
A chime that could make you snooze
A hypnotic and rhythmic ruse
See I'm bound by the spell of rhyme
But this bondage I'll always choose
I ain't takin' no nine-to-five
Let my music be my excuse
Pshhh
Listen
You're oversellin' it, soilin' your own intelligence
Toilin' every night in your room ignorin' the elephant
Most of these younger rappers remainin' borin', irrelevant
Focus on something elegant!
"Rappin' just for the hell of it?"
Sappin' your time and energy adding useless embellishments
Into these instrumentals nobody is even relishin'
Thinkin' you need to share with the world your little story
But I don't see many listeners
Why are you even tellin' it?
Well
Let me tell you man
I'm in my element when I'm at the mic
I'm like Mike, murderin' your ears with every byte
Delight when I write
Slight rhymes make you go night-night
These lines light
(Still might place me in limelight)
I shine bright, time's right I'll fire like fight-flight
Incite fright in the demons in my sight
I cite spite as the driver of my lyrical might
For every line that I write, another doubter that I smite
Despite what you think I ain't spittin' just to amuse
I'm rife with creative energy, somethin' I oughta use
So I rhyme
What I got to lose?
Every line that I write induces
A chime that could make you snooze
A hypnotic and rhythmic ruse
Yes I'm bound by the spell of rhyme
But this bondage I'll always choose
I ain't takin' no nine-to-five
Let my music be my excuse

Written by:
Soliman Aniss

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