[Lyric] One Word (Mitchmatic)

And so I think about my
Time often on this planet that we dropped in
Grow up and gain an understanding of my callings
Till the coffin, I'll be applauding
Learning, cause everything’s incredible microscopic

Yearning, born with a soul burning for
Something that determines course in a world at war
Somethin that averts earth's cursed
Nature of fakes and frauds
Try to shake them off
But can't go so far as to scrape the source

And through my blemished pores, the blemish pours
Until I’m empty and raw
But keep working on the craft until my pen is a sword
And I try to keep an eye on the prize
And one straight ahead to see what lies
And all the while, in all my trials
I'm working on the craft until my pen is a sword

At least for me
The word has always been music
one word
Describing all of my persuits in
one word
In finding solace I'ma definitely need it
Ain't a cliché if it's true


Potential isn't anything without an action
Actually, it's just for putting artists in depression
And so I'm posing my prose as a weapon to those that oppose my essential ascension

But I suppose it's only for best when
Things pass me by and others get them
Cause soon I'll be ready to step in and
Prove what I's meant to do

And whether or not that means only to myself
Pride'll be the only thing encroaching on my wealth
While well written don't sell all still spittin' real felt
That underground's where the real music dwelled

And fell off the stages and stations to basements
Basically chased into hell
But now waiting in patience for the change it's
Amazing the pace the revolution is taking

For me
The word has always been music
one word
Describing all of my persuits in
one word
In finding solace I'ma definitely need it
Ain't a cliché if it's true