DESCRIPTION:
Echoes From The Cave

Lyrics:

verse 1:

slick tongue, but i'm not a slick talker
if i say it i mean it, no fingers crossed
not a rick ross
nah i'm not a boss,
but at least i have a job here, i'm thinkin that enough
a queen is jus a pawn who made it across the board.
the only thing i know is that i don't want to be known.
need a dark room and ink jus to keep producin poems.
if you think you know someth, betta not be wrong
or they'll keep cuttin on u like hispanics on a lawn
demandin in my songs
openhanded with my heart up in my palm.
i don't want a buzz, i want the whole swarm
so i keep on sippin till the whole bottle's gone.
how far will i go?
how far can i go?
i keep askin questions like i want the response.
i don't want the end unless it ends in applause
tryin to stay grounded like i didn't do my chores...

stayin up nights jus watchin the sky fall
wonderin what would happen if i didn't give my all
as if i DIDN'T give my all
if i didn't i'd b appalled
fly jus to be here like teens at the mall.
try not to judge your foes
cuz any saul,
can become an apostle paul.
showin too much kindness brings imposters to your door
and if you let em in thats your fault!!

verse 2:

heart is on my sleeve, pretty girl is on my arm
every day a new chick, but i been single all along
dates lined up but i didn't go to prom
waitin on the inspiration for my solomon's song.
dad is disgusted by my constant nonchalance
wanna see his s(o)n rise like he waitin on the dawn
u rise too fast it'll make ur plane stall
if u stall, then u crash and claim turbulence the cause
hurry and press record, put it in my black box.
this is jus a draft, every word goin to war
every thought 18 like the letter r
the only constellation still wishin on a star!
they lookin on in awe
and they needn't look far,
i'll b here FOREVER like your ugliest scar
never hit a bird, that is one under par.
keep plantin seeds in fields underfarmed

my mind goes too far
with no passport
thinkin contraband thoughts
like i don't see the harm...
shootin blindly, i never see a mark,
they tell me i paint pictures but i don't see the art
a major part of me, just wants to be apart
diligently listenin to weather man report
if its REALLY on the way, i want my windows closed
demons eatin at me, i am just a host.
i want you to hear me clear like your headfones are BOSE

um.... are you always this calm?

Yea... i am always this calm.

i'm jus waitin on the storm