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Dark clouds float up above, but fuck it
I make my own way through the mud, the bucket
Is full of bullshit, guns full of full clips
Full of emptiness, impossible, fooling the foolish
Smiles on the outside, storm in my brain
Definition of alone, no one born in my lane
Maintain, a word that is bound to be misleading
Disdain for the definition, powerfully deceiving
To maintain means no change
An repetition is absurdity, it seems so strange
We beg for routine, the result leaves us empty
We search for a purpose, the quest never ending
Cause purpose brings routine, which then brings purpose
Then one day we wake up, it seems worthless
Endless I cycle, I guess the answer is nothing is easy
The question was never asked so the answer does not appease me
I guess I'm one of those restless types
Destined for a destiny full of restless nights
And this is all becoming absurd
I'm a fuckin' rapper, what's up with the spoken word
It was one of those days
Everything seemed wrong, everything turned grey
Everything seemed pointless, the drive was lost
It was out of my control but I couldn't write it off
And that's not like me, no that's not like me
No that's not like me, I didn't like me
I try to stay strong, emotions are always difficult
Put it in a song, the result is I sounds cynical
Not an accurate depiction, for the future I feel hope
But the more money I make, the more I feel broke
And the more of this I take, The more I can't cope
The carrots a mile high, hanging from four inches of rope
And I can't reach it
I try and teach what I learned but I can't teach shit
Cause no one listens, or maybe I'm the problem
Cause people come to me with theirs and in the end I solve 'em
How can anyone learn if I do it for 'em
No one worries about shit, cause I'm always there to warn 'em
I'm always there to pick up the slack
Put it all on my back, it's all on my back
An now I'm back to where I started
Definition of insanity, repetition is retarded
So why do I do it, why do I do it
credits
from No Love,
released February 14, 2018
Written & Performed by HiddenRoad
Produced by N95
Mixed & Mastered by MatrixAudio
HRSUnderground, LLC 2018
Hardcore Hip-Hop / Rap over dope beats that go BANG.
For years, HiddenRoad & M-Acculate
scoured the underground to assemble TONS of gritty albums and songs featuring themselves and other like minded rappers and producers from around the world. Culminating with the 2022 release of Hidden Underground 4, one story has officially come to its end; and yet, a new book begins.....more
