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recent writtens | 2 Wake Up

My homie Richie Traktivist hit me about a song to submit to a mixtape project to promote AAPI people to vote. You can find the original submission here.

Much LOVE to my friends, Eric Sun (Engineer) and Daniel Oh (Guitar) for helping me out with the original track.

I wrote this song while dealing with my own personal desensitized approach to life. I dont always resonate with what the world needs, i find myself always searching for whats in my own best interests. i hope the lyrics help you find yourself, the way i found some parts of myself while writing it. salute.

 

Wake up
I say my grace before she make up
we keep up, so we dont get the pay cut
the paper
like we programmed something major
life is like a cake shop
a slice of all the flavors, buying all that we are craving its,
living the life, living it twice if we could, and its
paying the price getting a nice place in the wood
is that all that we are made of
money luxury we chasing
when i look into the mirror, im facing
i see myself and
i see my mama struggle
aching in her bones and muscles
we came from nothing
barely had a phone and roof to cover
pantry cupboards empty
wondering where next months rent be

i see myself and get the feeling that im someone else
im running from the hell, losing my only side thats real
the part the feels a single smile’s all i need to heal
like why my mama got my pic next to her dollar bills
im feeling jaded but i still feel like i havent made it
im so impatient but ill wait a century to be famous
ill never say it but what im praying for us over rated
maybe i should take a second and just get some space but,

wake up
all that stuff that i was saying just a second ago
will never make it to the surface
i was feeling nervous but that xanex got me perfect
im hoping that my feed be, the only way you see me
my purpose
im doing everything for me
make sure my wrist and my feet make my cypher complete
why these homeless people working
they just need to be here working
why they asking for my paper
they need jesus christ the savior,

suddenly im taken back to the days
when we were fractions away
from packing all that we had, we couldnt stay.
i lose faith in it and i hate living
but mama kept on praying til that safety net was a safe haven and

i see myself and get the feeling that im someone else
im running from the hell, losing my only side thats real
the part the feels a single smile’s all i need to heal
like why my mama got my pic next to her dollar bills
im feeling jaded but i still feel like i havent made it
im so impatient but ill wait a century to be famous
ill never say it but what im praying for us over rated
maybe i should take a second and just get some space and,

wake up.