It's for when I can't take no more
or fake it no more
or wait around knocking on these doors anymore
for the days when I don't wanna scrape no more
when I wonder what the waiting's for
it's when i want more
I want my Pop's to not be poor
I want more
I want my turn to burn the world down to it's core
I want more of it
more poorer kids to get their stories written
more pickin's
more of what we're not getting'
it's about
holding the seams together
holdin on
and I'm pretty shallow
but i keep spitting to be deeper
i'm spittin' to beat the leak under my sneakers
i'm spittin' to drown in surround sound coming from my cheap speakers
i'm spittin' to attract some heat seekers
and i guess that you could say i'm star but somehow i'm not too bright
it's the eyes
they don't shine right in this lime light
i'm outta sight
so you'll never get to see me on the mic
but fuck it
i'll just rhyme at night in my kitchen
and i'm holing the seams together
holding on
so i hold on to it
and Pops says hold on to it
and She says hold to it
and so I hold on
I hold on
holding the seams together
holding on.
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