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Let's be real! I hope you enjoyed the song and took at least one line from it to remember. This song was the first one I've ever recorded in a studio and I've learned a lot from the whole process. Even more about myself as well. Every song I make I try to put all of my focus into and be as honest as possible with who I am. The lyrics in this one expressed some of my internal struggles, perspective on life and music, and to always be yourself. I hope you related to or found inspiration in my words. I'm living and growing as a person every day and I want it to be known that it's possible for anyone at any moment in their lives to change for the better.
 
Prod. by Kurt Skrt and Nexus Sound Studios
 
 
Let’s be real, what’s the point of makin music if I can’t help someone heal?
Or maybe feel inspired, just by playin certain songs I decide to reveal.
Used to stay concealed inside my head, till I got tired of the feel.
So I began to spiel my thoughts in words, then took hold of my ideals.
 
To start this off I'm opening up my heart.
It’s got too many things stored inside it, like a full shopping cart.
Though I know I can make art, but doubts still creep in from the dark.
It tries to stop me by shifting my drive back into a park.
 
Even right now to express myself is hard.
When I think about it, probably it spawns from mental scars.
Yet to be more clear, the younger me used to put up a guard.
To my inner feelings, but after so long that habit I’m tryna discard.
 
By writing these melodies and fighting through the criticism that's in and out of me.
Analyzing my mental anatomy through words and analogies.
The battle within me rages, cause I'm mainly my biggest enemy.
The truest friends are those that guide me towards a better mentality.
 
Switch it up, lightbulb in my head turns on when I pull up an idea.
I stand up for myself, like a comedian in a club.
I’m on a time crunch, eatin these minutes, like chips.
Follow the guidelines? Nah, I guide lines, like a ruler, when tryna draw graph grids. Aye.
 
Be an individual, we were all made differently, like the sounds of syllables.
I am solely speaking from my own perspective in my soul.
You don't know me completely, even I don't fully though. No.
 
Even I don't fully.
But that doesn't mean I think foolishly, can't fool me.
I don't bully.
I also don't let a bully determine how I rule me.
I think psychologically, so it's only logic I see.
My brain's my domain, it's all me.
Neurons pass this cognitive speech.
 
I'm never arrogant, however confidence, always so evident.
Although overthink, cause perfect, I've never been.
I'll go rhythm (Algorithm) when I'm solving my problems.
I do not mean math equations at all.
Here is the thing, when I'm rapping, I'm in my zen.
Time and now time again, time is now mine again.
Capturing it with the pen, like a criminal, when sentencing it to vocals.
 
"What the heck? Even my speaker's out of breath."
 
This energy is invisible, but it's so easily feelable.
If only seeing's believing, then this would have to be totally impossible. Uh.
I got the mind of a poet, mind what you heard, it's a notice.
To notice how I propose meaningful words, like the moment someone who proposes. Uh.
 
Creative text with tactile texture.
Architecture can compare to a Skyscraper or building built with expert measure.
That's so clever.
But I'll top it, like I'm tryna win a bid in an auction against a higher bidder.
 
I commit to fire, like a comet disintegrating, falling into Earth.
Precise artwork, similar to needlework.
No feeble jerk is allowed to mess up my hard work, so it seems worthless.
And worth less to put my worth into other people who judgin.
 
Jump those obstructions, like hurdles.
Run circles around tracks, like the binding on journals.
To rap is verbal, but not just speak, verbal also means Action Verb.
Break and snap words, what's in the internal?
I'm using thermal, to find the hottest terms, as if they're hiding in the dark and nocturnal.
 
Execute syllables on a beat, the hip hop chopping block.
Call upon you to a hearing, but for your ears, not in court of law.
Whether (Weather) or not my life gets cold, I rise above it, like a warm front.
Lyrics got so many doubles, because they're more a performance stunt.
 
Free time doesn't exist, there's always a cost.
Time isn't missed till it's lost.
Focus on what you have got.
Negative thoughts should be tossed.
Regret is not worth it.
Swat away the depressive blots.
Be yourself, not what you're taught.
Just be real...

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Kurt_Skrt
Member since April 28 2019

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