Mitchmatic - One Word lyrics

And so I think about my Time often on this planet that we dropped in Grow up and gain an understanding of my callings Till the coffin, I'll be applauding Learning, cause everything's incredible microscopic Yearning, born with a soul burning for Something that determines course in a world at war Somethin that averts earth's cursed Nature of fakes and frauds Try to shake them off But can't go so far as to scrape the source And through my blemished pores, the blemish pours Until I'm empty and raw But keep working on the craft until my pen is a sword And I try to keep an eye on the prize And one straight ahead to see what lies And all the while, in all my trials I'm working on the craft until my pen is a sword At least for me The word has always been music *one word* Describing all of my persuits in *one word* In finding solace I'ma definitely need it Ain't a cliché if it's true Potential isn't anything without an action Actually, it's just for putting artists in depression And so I'm posing my prose as a weapon to those that oppose my essential ascension But I suppose it's only for best when Things pa** me by and others get them Cause soon I'll be ready to step in and Prove what I's meant to do And whether or not that means only to myself Pride'll be the only thing encroaching on my wealth While well written don't sell all still spittin' real felt That underground's where the real music dwelled And fell off the stages and stations to basements Basically chased into hell But now waiting in patience for the change it's Amazing the pace the revolution is taking For me The word has always been music *one word* Describing all of my persuits in *one word* In finding solace I'ma definitely need it Ain't a cliché if it's true