Verse 1:
Some days, they come & some go.
Some days they melt dry like the summer to snow.
When the warmth of the sun will erode.
When the roads that we run on become what we sow. Y’know?
This is for the misters, the kids & the Mrs.
My every enemy dickheads & bitches.
I swam through the water the wrong way & finished.
Before you, I saw you, with Kanye - Gay fishes.
I’m kidding…
I just wanted your attention, opinions and mentions the best that you’ve given.
I’m blessed with the rhythm, but stressed with the system of brothers and sisters obsessing with killing.
I’m insisting my siblings lay rest to the ism’s. The females the males, men & the women.
All you gotta do is let ‘em know you with ‘em.
Every gender has a trendsetter in them.
HOOK - & I just won’t stop…
[English Translation of Chorus]
There are days that just come.
And days that just go.
And some days,I just pass too.
Im on the edge of a beautiful sea
On the edge of anger,marvel or solitude.
What is this for? Why am I here?
I know, I know, Good or bad.
It will pass & I’m not giving up.
Verse 2:
I dream of the days when my days aren’t a dream.
Where I’m done all the dreaming, and days come to be.
Luxuries & the fans, the days summer breeze.
Me loving them & they loving me.
If it was possible to please everybody at once I still wouldn’t cuz everybody’s a cunt.
Including I, me.
Why please, others when others are taking the high seas to fly free.
I been told I should take Tai Chi & relax.
Well that’s for you, but for me all I need is to rap.
It’s all I breathe in fact, my only means of attack
is a track attached to beats to appease my ass.
I believe that my craft isn’t pre or proactive.
It’s tedium acts within a tedious practice.
It’s me from the past, presented free for the masses.
I’m between pre & pro, let’s say I’m “medium active.”
HOOK - & I just won’t stop…
I’ve got a lot of people telling me I’m not good.
Good, I don’t give a fuck what you think is hot
Should I talk hood, walk hood, ski-mask & rock hoods? & knock the top off o this block like Tupac would?
Du Hast you! I had to.
I lost you, I found you.
Knocked on wood off & on often to have you.
I’ve talked to the docs who we’re taught from a classroom.
Crossed through the jocks and the doctrines to grab you.
But that too, consumed me. Trying to be who I wasn’t wasn’t what I wanted but that dude consumed me. Looking back on the past I’m passed passing myself off as a master of rap I’ll just do me.
Because half of the craft is who you are.
The other half of the craft is who you aren’t.
It’s art and nothing but.
What you can become
An up n coming superstar jumping to the sun.
