[Intro: Simian]
Oh my God
Are you really feel again dude? Really?
How many times do I gotta drill this into your fucking skull?
Ah, okay

[Verse 1: Simian]
This is neither the angel or the devil on your shoulder or head, but the voice that gets louder the older you get
I don't know why you keep doing this
I mean you can keep putting out beats and releases, pleading "Please I need this to sustain me"
When it's nothing but draining
That's like, 1, 2 months of high, tops
You'd rather crest on that wave and you've forgotten
When you speak like a flood that will never recede
The pipe dreams only lead to the gutter, brother, there are other options to consider
Ones that will take you farther than sewage water
Like, I don't know, a typical nine-to-five:
"Eat, fuck, shit, piss, buy your time until you die, etcetera"
See the fact of it is, you need me to drive you, you just don't wanna admit it
But you know it, think about it, what makes you constantly seek council from discouragement, right?
I mean, I know you vibe with me
I mean, why else the fuck would you confide in me?
I'm a pain in the arse but I'm also your harshest critic
You know you've made it when you've silenced me

[Verse 2: Curtismith]
Could have, lost touched with the real feelings
How do people even deal with it?
Can you show me who the real villain
Looking in the mirror, asking if I'm being real with it
Yeah, hey, I've been hard on my grind
Using my touch and investing my time
You should do you cause I'm trying to do mine
And I'm here and they gossip, they try to deny talking shit from behind
You see their faking from deep in their eyes
I see the disguise
I feel the resistance is keeping inspired
I'm keeping my mission from reaching their knowledge
So I keep it one hundred
I push the pedal to the floor with the car running
I be kicking down the doors when they star-shutting
Paranoia getting stronger, you start frontin'
Know Imma do me till the day I die
I need a couple more years to go and spend my life
I gotta change some views, ain't gonna waste my time
I got a hundred other things to do to make shit right
While they criticize you won't realize
I have the right intentions, yet I'm feeling fine, so I synchronize all my dreams with that
To make the money, but keep the passion

[Verse 3: Simian]
Okay okay, I get that
You got the energy, the words, the lyrics, fine
You got the resources, the self-help lived
The best thing in hell then shit sure
Sad, this is capitalist, they say
Ugh, but like
Man does not live on passion alone, but when you get to that stage you be castin' that stone
So you gotta let me know dude
Like, what do you fight for? Who do you rap for? What do you live for?
A ship without an anchor is just wreckage waiting for an excuse to break, and buddy, looks like you're in deep water, keep swimming

[Verse 4: Curtismith]
Yet I'm in here with the liquor
Took another swig just to make me think clearer
I was in a ditch like this so I'm in fear of falling close to the same tree
Lord made me a stronger man, then I'd be alone
I put my heart in this, now you hear a song
I make art with this, I don't need a coach
I'm an arsonist with my speech enclosed in emotions
Spoken word is to the beat
I'm dotting all my "i's" and I'm crossing all the "t's"
Believe I'm gonna be whatever I'm gonna read
But I've been going on for miles, trying to sow all of my seeds
Yeah, showing a bit of me
Exposing all the work into my heart and my beliefs
I'm hoping that my vision takes me farther than the sheep
Cause I'm trying to be a shepherd, giving hope to all the weak
Meet me when I'm gone, feel me in this song
See me through my passion, I'm balancing right and wrong
It's tragic but all the fabric in magic is hella fake
But I'm running from my dreams
How long is it gonna take
Yeah, I put the flowin' on a break
Make something out of nothing if nothing is what you waste
I think about a coffin and having dope as a grave
Man I'm trying to find a balance to manage the way I'm paced
I race against myself and it's myself only
I do this for my pops and all my dead homies
I pray that when I drop, I have stopped them phonies selling drugs, being thugs, but the conflict's growing
Man, I hope I got time for that
You can spend a lot of time but can't buy it back
So I ride the track like there's no tomorrow
Let me spit my game and let these rappers borrow