I feel the air of desperation
All around but that's not the point of view that I'm taking
Chest aching, major loss of patience
Too many trapped, not knowing how to escape it
Imagine freedom, with no fear to express
Not scared of rejection
Now let's think of that place where we actually conversate
Rather than I talk, you just wait
Not listening till I'm finished so you can say
What you wanna say
I tuned out man, I've gone away
I'm on a cloud, tryna get higher
Like the drugs wore off, soul on fire
Burning up my insides, now I sing the blues
But they only saw my path through
And didn't see the final destination that I took it to
Hold a mirror to them clowns like look at you
Then the clown stood still like he couldn't move
Couldn't choose a path then footsteps
In the dark got you frozen
And flows apart from your average
You a little angry like Bonaparte Napoleon
Man they smelling of petroleum jelly
Lubed up to get up
Said get up you lazy little fuck
Never took a chance so you're staying in a rut
Barely getting by and we know it ain't enough
Man some say I sing the blues
X4
Wants, needs, desire, desperation
Things will come in time, just be patient
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