Sliver in a Soapdish
Album: Format Not Supported
By: James Patrick
By: James Patrick
Duration
3:58
Genres
Description
The song's lyrics are not as universal as some of the previous tracks, which can lead to some confusion and frustration to the listener. I used faster guitars rift and a more intricate bassline in hopes of keeping the listener engaged, but I can easily see how I can lose someone here. Ultimately, I want to convey the message that much is possible from very minimal amount of opportunities and resources.
Lyrics
Dreams are non existent You can wish it or will it Trying now to touch it fingertips I can feel it If my arms were longer I could grip it until it Allowed to take esteem failure killed to rebuild it because Once you have it yo You driving down open road Lack of traffic lets ya Climb the social totem pole See the summit Take my time approach it slow Once you at top Then The Direction down you only go Messages that I evoke Wonder where that Purpose lies rhymes are like a seed Spraying it with Spermaside cant communicate I’m Feeling like a Circus mime Been shedding my skin Since at birth when I was circumcised Now in urban times Yo I’m feeling undermined So Stoic I don’t die inside enough to cry Keep ya dissin mother fuckers try To ruffle my Feathers say I’ll Never Make it rappin in the public eye Life is at a crossroads Can’t decide the route I’m choosing I’m Indecisive and I’m hesitant to reach a ruling picking one direction Know I gotta keep it moving Yank the fucking wheel see me pulling an illegal yue-ey fear consumes me As I Look from underneath No matter what I do going unappre- shated better face it know what will become of me Blowing in the wind Across the land a tumbleweed Every road Has the purpose to hurt you Whether its Gravel to Asphalt then its urban to rural I mean, Nothing in this road Is gonna nurture or nurse you Yo This where your learning curves Are gonna turn to a circle And I Hate this rap game Feeling total loathsomeness Foot was in the door now I resort to Trojan horsing it Thicker calluses feet endured the torment when I Used to walk on eggshells now on broken ornaments When it Rains it pours Yo Our lives are a consistent drizzle Not complaining only saying being Ear-ih-tibble causes all your people Just to leave and then not kick it wit you Live within your means Gotta keep ya livin’ simple So I’m cutting out The goofing around And plus I’m never daydreaming in the Cumulous clouds Some People disillusioned There’s stupid amount They never in the present think the future is now fucking idiots Ya see The present is a present And Those don’t get the message Always ending up regretting This your only chance And you won’t get a fucking second My Ambition and my schedule I always keep them separate But whatever yo, That’s just how I approach it Some are takin’ notes And I know most won’t even notice Looking at your options You just better keep them open And you always make the most Of just a sliver in a soapdish
