I'll never be the best son, Or the perfect daughter, At times I question Why I bother Cuz all the times That I've tried to succeed Has left me with nothing But this need to believe That these knees are strong enough To walk these roads that are long and rough even when my shining armor's scuffed I keep moving, to fight these inner demons, That keep SCREAMING at me to REDEEM THEM
But this time... this is it. This time... it's different. This time... the bitterness of failure diminishes. It's a clean slate, stop dreaming and wake Cuz opportunity is staring, glaring me in the face Forever, can't stop it, opportunity is knocking Will the door open while I'm coping with these problems Or will i waste it, so many times ive tasted The bitter sweet tragedy, of my disgraces
It haunts me It taunts me It tears at my skin Yo I barely can breathe cuz it's there in the wind It rips through my rib cage It slips through my fingers I try to cure this curse but of course it still lingers
Afraid that my fate is, as dangerous as hate is. But escaping, and not taking this chance, I won't make it.
Face it, mediocrity, is not an option Throughout this eternity We only got one...
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Direct & Theresa Vu: Life to make a mark (we only got one) A mic to erase the dark (we only got one) A shot to use these songs (we only got one) A chance to prove you wrong (we only got one)
A pen, a pad, a voice (we only got one) A goal, a path, a choice (we only got one) A soul, a mic, a God (we only got one) A chance, a life, a shot (we only got one)
Judy Tuan: All of my, inner demons They just won't die, they keep on screaming. How do I, silence and defeat them? But now's the time, for me to redeem them.
Verse 2
And yo I can't forget it, I can't let it outta my head and set it, aside when life is hectic. I need to keep steppin, in the, correct direction, Magnetic, North's, the destination where i'm heading So with this in perspective, it seems my dreams could be synthetic until reality and fallacies get together and connected. So it's about time I get credit, for my perpetual poetic phonetics. Better call the medics, cuz Direct's about to wreck it.
With reckless abandon I'm used to demanding the most from myself ... I'm supposed to prevail. Cuz this ghost in my shell, is loud and persistent. Telling me listen, "this coward's existence is not for you, you were offered more than to rot your youth behind an office door." I need to get off the floor and find inspiration this is not a song this is my validation
for breathing, the reason, I'm, here on this surface. No need to believe me I, know i'm not perfect. But fuck it, I'm trying Yo e-nough with implying That all of my work is, words and just writing It's more than us rhyming we, fighting the silence and silencing fears. I'm tired and sick of hiding from all my ambitions. To hell with inhibitions! They must be forgotten Cuz yo we only got one
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It lingers, on fingertips out stretched. A shadow, that follows me without rest. Regrets, the times that i failed ta bounce back, from the wrath of my failures.
I've done that, but now I gotta be clutch, My dreams approach, so close, damnit I can almost touch. But if I fuck up, then I just might blow it all to pieces It's all or nothing so help me Lord Jesus
and grant me the strength, to seize it the moment. This pad and this pen is bleeding an ocean ferocious, exploding in microphone poems. I'm tied to this mic cord i know i would die for
this moment. I have to make it happen I sacrificed half my life for this whole rappin dream of mine, cuz hip hop's my only an