Jazz Flute

[Intro]
Yeah
Uhu
Lawd
Yeah
Aight, look
I said I

[Chorus]
Don't believe in my dreams
I no longer live with a passion
I've asked the Lord to forgive me
For wasting all of my talent
The spirit that I possess is polluted by insecurities
Terrified by reality, my predicament worries me
Don't believe in my dreams
I no longer live with a passion
I've asked the Lord to forgive me
For wasting all of my talent
The spirit that I possess is polluted by insecurities
Terrified by reality, my predicament worries me

[Verse 1]
Hurry now come and see the plane crash
Before this person passes a verse from my past
About pastors pacifying the masses
I've mastered the art of wearing a mask for public perception
Perplexed by this peasant or pessimistically push the message
Massaging the egos of all the evil deceitful decrepit
Somehow I've learned to use all my words as a weapon
So as I'm forming this sentence I'm sensing your sensitivity
Severing all ties, with the other side
I've decided to silence my sanity with this suicidal secretion
I serenade with soliloquies
Cynically I will sacrifice
Appetite for destruction
Without parental discretion, confessing
You the mothafucking real nigga right
With a lyric to recite 'bout life
Said it must be nice, when the story that you giving is a lie
And the feeling inside that you been fighting
The rhymes are enticing
They got a nigga feeling like Tyson
You better knock 'em out in the first round
Down to the ground and you're bound to the expectation
A mindstate to someone in relation, avoid temptation, a pressure that builds from elation
Could bust but I trust in the true elevation
Defining a defensive position
Dependent upon the amount of energy that was given
I take a definitive stance on what it means
Everything ain't what it seems, when you following a dream
The hope and ambition, the pain you accrue
From the things that people done put you through
But it is what it is
And I really can't call that
I'm playing with the cards I was dealt
And I'm way too proud to accept any help
But I know motherfuckers don't do it like this
When I'm down, I could never get a lift
But the moment that I really wanna quit
When I finally realize that nobody ever really give a shit
'Bout a young motherfucker with a dream
To revive the pride that's inside
He can no longer vie with a prayer for the soul
But it's already died
FUCK

[Chorus]
Don't believe in my dreams
I no longer live with a passion
I've asked the Lord to forgive me
For wasting all of my talent
The spirit that I possess is polluted by insecurities
Terrified by reality, my predicament worries me
Don't believe in my dreams
I no longer live with a passion
I've asked the Lord to forgive me
For wasting all of my talent
The spirit that I possess is polluted by insecurities
Terrified by reality, my predicament worries me

[Verse 2]
As I pray to Jehovah
I swear I feel like it's over
My positive [?] evaporate as I elaborate
All my mental stability really should be evaluated
Salutations from my shallow grave
But look at the mess that I made
They live for the fame
I murder the beat and it's slain
I'm painting a picture of pain
I'm knowing you take it in vain
I said I was never regained
The feeling of being defeated defining the fears
A finding that wouldn't appear
The smoke in the mirror
I pray that I'm making it clear
I hear that people they talking a lot
But never do know what they speaking about
I guess with the way that I spit it
My lyrics are making them listen
I'm giving you everything that I got
My honesty wasn't a shock
[?] in what you confide
You hide in your hideous lies
And live in a life you despise
I'm wasting my time
By taking my thoughts out my mind
And putting them right on a page
I'm truly insane
But there was the one I could blame
I wanted a sec in the game
But never refrain
I guess I was really estranged
You live in reality something you see is the norm
But I wouldn't ever conform
Just give it different form
The flow is adorn
My spirit is torn
I'm pausing to give you a minute to mourn
FUCK