There's a lot that I should say,
But I'm stubborn so I'll probably take it to my grave
Cuz I lack at being brave
Once the words escape the face you can only sit and wait,
Will the feelings be embraced or will they formulate to hate?
Rather leave it in the dark then put it right out on the plate
I'm afraid of the unknown, it's like nobody gets me
Wanna be alone so I can finally stop stressing
I mean alone, I just wanna be alone
In a land far from home no such thing as a phone
Just me, the birds and trees, I mean literally
Have a bed, made out of leaves, ripe fruit within my reach
Don't forget my pen and pad, other than that good to go
No one else for miles so my only friend's a turtle
Friends, what are them? I've been trained to say it loosely
Only friend's my loose leaf, pardon me for speaking truly
You can claim you feel me but you'll never know my struggle
The hustle and the bustle of a mind behind a muzzle,
The heart is just a muscle why's it hurt more than the others?
Curled up in the fetal burried deep beneath the covers
Yet I claim to be a leader for my sisters and my brothers
Picture that, emo chick that's tryna rap
In a lane that is my own so all the weight is on my back
Tryna take a stand come to find my legs are strapped
Lost within myself and I can't seem to find a map
Even if I had one I probably wouldn't use it
Tired of being foolish so I put it in my music
Thoughts of acting ruthless, hold it in until I loose it
You can say I'm stupid but that's far from what the truth is
My journal's open watch the way that it unfolds
You are listening to the Memoirs of a Rapper who is Emo
Philly producer with a notable list of clients drops self-released rap album that's heavy on the soul and jazz flavor. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 13, 2015