Open Mic

[Intro]
Moki Beats

[Verse]
It's like I'm on an open mic speaking to a town for the first time
A hopeful [?] is there to joke about us [?] to satisfy a crowd
Spending hours on my routine, making sure that I put the perfect
Words on pages of the notebook that I purchased
Even though I'm nervous
I get up on the stage, mouth agape and dry, as it seems slowly draw the curtains
And as I speak from the heart, hoping only for a laugh
The room is so quiet, I wish I could take it all back!
But I'm clearly not a comic, I'm a musician
Or at least a person who has made a couple albums
'Cause I don't feel like rappers are as close to singers as we are to poets
Or we were until we didn't show it anymore
I feel like I've blown it, since I
Never truly write with anything other than the flow in mind
If I find some insight, the best way to gauge
What my music could've been if I stopped throwing every chance away!
I think I've found a reason; it's 'cause there's no incentive
I spend too long to write a song and everyone forgets it
I make these feeble plans, make sure that my words are all advanced
Start to grasp 'cause I feel like embedding different themes
Dreams of dubs that fly away from me, to basic needs
That I cannot fulfill unless I sacrifice my way of being
It pays to see if you can change your life and make a greater scene
And topple your own great regime you find inside your brain, and clean
The innards and the outwards till the coward doesn't strain to breathe
The one you've got inside, you hide behind your striking face
That's full of confidence and [?], astonished by your shameful schemes
Ashamed when friendships end in anger, and you walk out gracefully, distastefully!

[Outro]
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