Bittersweet ft. Soby

Verse 1 KingOsirs

Bittersweet,

Conviction mixed with time in the pen become a lifer, past that juncture,

This Clark Kent went from an average man to a fighter in booths,

Zip the Gore-tex fittest, jog my frontal cortex, a hiker with moves,

 

Backpacker standards, pressed against the spine like a bad mass of cancer had to

Close book reinvent that was last chapter,

Opportunity? Bitch never waits when I blast past her,

Quit wasting talent, try to be great, I like my Dad's answer,

 

But hell-bound, down a rabbit hole of self doubt,

Drive would sputter around and swerve, blood spill would melt out,

Bio math catches quick,

same age as idols when they pissed all over milestones to attain you start to crack within

 

Depression What else should I factor in

dentures jail the voice as I crack a grin satisfaction a passive whim

Spent more time and money than I get out, that's a massive sin

Now you can say I'm not as passionate

 

Like passing thru the honeymoon phase flaws start to crack the complexion

shape the image of a shattered person start slacking they use that as a weapon

The Game show claiming another rapping contestant

fear they'd steer my craft into a wackish direction,

 

Aimless chasing,

praises from the circle, That's a bait for fools,

Same who will say you're great, no honest critique validation allure

But never pray for you, perfection journey is a date for 2

mark the date in tombs for I might wake up soon

 

Resurrect never late for doom survivors consume,

fish the stream, learn to make your food

Making damn certain my children will never go hungry,

fueled renewal on case pursuits

"appeal" pulls me back as if "fruitless" labor's what I'm made to do

 

Verse 2 Soby

 

Bittersweet,

remember tears falling down my cheeks

Thought I had it all, till life robbed everything from me

On god, went full circle went from life back to death

Put down the pen and my path, I second guessed it

 

Am I meant for the rap game? Or put behind a desk

Scratched every page that I wrote, constantly said

that I am not the next one, locked up in eternal darkness

Blocking off my friends tryna make gold out of garbage

 

Smoking dope getting high, fucked bitches til they dry,

yea that's a bad setting, now I see that I was blind

Honestly can't rectify the actions I had demonstrated

Medicated, staving off the pain til I've levitated

 

So what changed? A spur of luck from the bottom of the soul

saying this here not the place you finna go

no reflection or the parent yeah you make that life your own

Yeah I feared failing, everyday, on a bounce back

 

Cutting ounces from the grass and baddest bitches that I had,

yeah distracted no it wasn't writer's block, it fucking cracked

grabbed the pen, play the beat, told myself to dig deep

Now I'm back and better, tell em that the path is bittersweet...