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sage of six - the real كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1]
i’m getting paid everyday
that my dreams fade away

and it seems i’m okay
but i’m feeling astray
and adrift from reality
and faculty
at school
tell my people i’m all that

but i -ssure you i’m far from it
top ten in my cl-ss
they’re glad
but i don’t want it

not like i’m number one
and believe me i’m far from it

i couldn’t make to the top if i tried
and i don’t want to

but the idea of being beaten
is something i can’t stomach

why i gotta study calculus to make money
i just want to read and spit fire all summer

and i know i have to
keep my grades up to succeed

but the better my grades get
i just feel dumber

it’s a b-mmer
my creativity can’t be standardized

instead it gets liquidized

i know how to solve quadratics
find the limit on functions

but i don’t know about taxes

or unemployment
or my odds of finding a job

college is cool
but i know some doctors
that work at mcdonald’s

so there’s something else
they’re not teaching us

but they’re beeseching us

to go to college
and gain more knowledge

but their just preaching to us

look sir i don’t want your sermon

sir i just i want to be certain

that my life’s good when i close this curtain

the story of my life is ending
and the sequel is getting to close
to the present

and presently
the presence of people
has been pernicious to me

because everyone is looking like viscous
to me

that’s just suspicious of me

because society has made us compet-tors

and to move forward
we have to defeat each other

even though our goals are so
separate from one another

i want to be a writer
he wants to be a doctor

but the there’s only room
for one more n—- in the college

and any baller from outta state
can probably take our place

it makes me shudder

i just want to chill
with my brothers

and be free to do as i please
i’ll still work for the money

but there’s lots to learn
and i got years to burn

so college should be the outlet
that my power comes from

but to make it to college
my power gets blighted

so i’m dead inside
but the family’s excited

i’m on the path to success
but that path ain’t mine

they rather have sit at a desk
than to write these rhymes

and that’s the real

[verse 2]
my confidence has faded away
and i imagine myself failing
every single day

i’ll be just another man
in our society

who failed to achieve his dreams
and probably struggle with sobriety

it’s in my blood

so why should i try to be different cuz

cause my picture was to
change the world

but that image swirled

because
with myself i quarreled

i’m too lazy
to do what it takes to achieve my goals

i used to be driven and determined
to boost my attributes
because my att-tude
said my apt-tude
was infinite
and that was absolute

until
recently i got tire of competing
and beating
or losing to people
i’m not trying to battle with

i’m tired of battling

i’m tired of struggling

i’m tired of smuggling

my true desires
because it’s for the wrong reasons
that i’m hustling

i’m about to f— my life up
thinking about probability of becoming a writer
or a rapper

my dreams have trapped me

now i’m too smart to do what i want

i want
to find a better way to explain myself

i want
more knowledge of words to explain myself

i want
to just stop rapping and talk to yall

about how
my future
is looking dim
why i condemn
myself for
being way too lazy
to work
on my skills
because in my field
of expertise
i am no expert

see

see this creative s—
is bliss for me
it’s ecstasy

but in the real world
can i make some extra cheese

i just want to do what i love
but success is too farfetched

it’s like painting
the perfect picture
with an etcher sketch

it’s hard i bet
i hope i don’t drop it

i hope that when i’m

putting my pen to this paper
and my fingers to these keys
sampling beats
making mp3s
spitting out my soul in my homie backseat
on snapchat
trying to boost my popularity
writing comic books about asija peace

the sage in me
will come and bring
my mind to ease
as i focus my chakra
and build my ki

and that’s the real

[verse 3]
seventeen years
i’ve been grinding my whole life

been trying to get in
with academics
thinking it’d be nice

to become a doctor in science
but that i almost failed twice

never made second choices
had to make the first right

but the first choice was wrong
so now i’m writing songs
that no one
will sing along to

i feel blue
i feel sick like flu

down on my luck bro
i’m stuck like glue

wish i was more like you
you can do whatever you put your mind to

but i’d forget about it
before i even had the time to

and now i’m taking college cl-sses
trying to get a grip on life

but as soon as i arrive
i feel i cannot survive

i used to feel alive
like
back when i was five
a few years later i just could not thrive
like

i used to
in school and out of school
i used to be the man
then

out of school i couldn’t hang
cause i had to be the man
in school

now
in school
and out of school
i’ve just become a sham

i’ll
let the most important things
slip right between my hands

i’m
not
worth
s— anymore

and you could s— on my grave
i’m nothing but a knave

like
i’ve become a slave to

loosing it all just to ball for pretend

loosen for fake friends
and making more ends

should be building a future
but i make amends

to the things that’ll just bring me down in the end

why can’t i
do what i know i need to survive

i make things harder on myself

getting further and further
away from wealth

but should i yell
should i try to find some help
or should i try to help myself

they say the s— don’t stink
man even my bull i smelled
and still managed to let my head swell

they say try not to dwell
on the past so much

i still worry about the past
past the past few months

several years could p-ss
and you’d still hear grunts
about some bulls— that i just made up

when really i’m p-ssed at myself
and the frustration
that i have will amount into laziness

my alias
is a hard working brother with a dream

really i’m just a lazy
n—- with a team

that might lift me up
when i’m down in dust

when i’m all bust up
they could cut my rust

but if i could just
think for myself

then maybe i’d learn enough
to move to the next step

because i’ve been missteping
every step that i’m taking
i’m staking myself
and breaking
but faking
like i ain’t aching
and shaking
every morning i’m waking
i’m mourning
and flaking
because i’ve decided that i’m mistaking
the path that i’m taking
has been misshapen
and i can’t shape it
i might go ape if
i can’t shake it
off

and that’s hard luck n-gg-

- sage of six

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