(Verse 1)
I've walked the winding road with blinding lights like Wonderwall.
I've listened to the rain and always showed when thunder called.
I never hid myself on purpose,
So, tell me, do i deserve this?
I'm always battling with who I am as a person.
But then, I walked into the woods and showed myself to the earth.
I wandered 'round until my path was formless in dirt.
My open heart was worthless, so I exposed the raw nerves,
And told the world that I'm a terrible person.
But aren't we all?
Habits formed just so we can stall
the realization that we aren't deserving at all
because we only use a part of our gift.
I'm starting to flip;
I'm losing it, I guess,
And that's the heart of my pitch.
I'm yelling...
(Chorus)
Find me! (Oh, won't you find me?)
(Repeat)
(Verse 2)
Dear, journal.
Why would you wanna listen to me?
I wouldn't want to listen to an eye without a vision.
I guess I'm not really acting like a human should,
and I'm not doing good by crying to a diary,
And I can see the irony in everything that I try to be,
But life is full of irony,
so tell me, who's the reader.
I just wanna find and ask them for directions.
Ask some questions.
Ask them how am I supposed to live a curse and count my blessings?
The dirt is scrambled now; there ain't no way to get back.
Anyway, what would I get back to? I don't wanna live that again.
So, I'm a vagabond.
There's an aesthetic part in being an ascetic.
But regardless, I'm still sitting, waiting... (For you to find me)
Soul-searching hip-hop from this Florida rapper, with lyrics that dig deep and take an unflinching look at life’s questions. Bandcamp New & Notable May 1, 2023
