There used to be "season" when i made "mountainous" poems
"Change came to 'climate (climb it)' snow bounce in a moment
Used to pen quotes the sun choked on a shadow
The room is dark and empty now i "write vocals to candles"
"Pilot" of "fly" rapping the cabin pressure is stable
Climb in that horizon to kiss the mouth of a rainbow (they know)
Been a minute since i "made out" with a lyric
I guess i lost the passion that i once had to
Begin with (it's all "tongue in [and] cheek")
This kissing ain't as frequent
My pride had gone colossal now it's wading in the deep end
"Came to sea" the ocean on a weekend
Waiting for a wave to speak to me but the motion just ain't as scenic
If beauty in the eye of a beholder, i don't see it
If pain be the requirement to shoulder: i don't need it
But tell me what is medicine if never do you let it in
Because you don't accept that it
Would benefit: tell me what's a lesson
With lesser of your commitment to listen to what's objective
And measure by your opinion? imagine what you're missing
I rap to show you all a better method
But couldn't stop the reckless progression of all your deafness
Beg for your attention like infection in systemic
A reverend peddling every message of repentance
I remember when there used to be a good intention
Behind all this aggressive expression but i forget and
Can't remember the last i was inspired
Sang, dance, wept, and laughed around the fire
When deep within my chest; just a mess of pessimism
A pile (of) scrap iron,
And defective mechanisms. and i don't see the point
Now that everyone's an artist with a similar background
Dozen other filipino cats who rap now
Tell me what's the purpose of perspective and context
When there isn't any truth in the content?
If i went away
It would be the same
Nothing here would change
Floating down this passing river
If i drift away
Would you sail for me
Help me find a way
To make me try again
I guess i'm too old for the young kids to relate to
You too young for the old heads to embrace you
Your past ain't got enough scars to be a victim
You don't say "christ" when you rap, you ain't a christian
You're really not asian. your more closer to latin
You ain't filipino if you don't speak the language
(You) don't got success if you don't got the practice
Get a job and stop all your rapping
Trapped in passion ain't congruent
With all these stupid things that will amuse you
It's petty my identity hurts, harms, abuses you
I 'guess we all playing "dress up." and we choose to
This is my confusion: approval is a costume
Don it for the sake everybody but not you. sometimes you got to
How far's the fall you can't see the distance
The only "take away" is you can't see the "difference"
"Who is this?" i inch a little nearer
The image that exists within the mirror. appearance getting clearer
I see him now he's trying cross through;
He whispered with a melancholy view: "i'm not you"
You know the feeling when you sacrifice it all
Just to find a single solitary place to feel involved
No matter how hard you're struggling to belong
The rumbling in your heart is strumming a different song?
Unique love, unheard of: a mystery in that sweetness
Completing all this peace in the symphony where that "beat" is
For the first time, i see clearly: eyes open i see stars
Crescendo and rise up, i fly over to greet mars
And i don't want to wrestle with peace
By projecting all the things that you're expecting of me
And i don't even know what it means
But i'm trying be everything that i'm destined to be