Mr. Porter - I'm Ignorant lyrics

[Verse 1] I fell when I started Got up And tripped even harder Not a teacher, not a scholar Not a preacher, not a martyr Just a product of the features of my optics I'm a geek with a conscience & while your packin' the heat I stay armed with knowledge But I'm feeling nauseous Because I dropped out of college And my content is obvious No guns, no cigars, and no paper I'll get it later I'm chasing greatness not ovations My motivation is to see this nation lose complacent minds End the race with time and go outside Carbon Dioxide A noose to my lungs Hang on to last breaths Spit like I'm speaking in tongues His Holiness I'm Dalai Lama in tibet With no tecs or nines My armament is this pen and my mind Domination with the way that rhyme [Hook]: I'm ignorant. I thought I had it but I'm missing it The piece of me that sees the actions that I've committed I'm meek and reflective, I see lives are scripted I keep mine refreshing, with speech that's inventive I'm ignorant I said I'm ignorant [Verse 2] I see the words take flight I grab the sword and fight My inner demons, you never see them Cause they come out at night To destroy them I become a scribe It's an all out war When I employ these words And I attack in the verse With intentions that's pure I'm the cure and the curse Like I'm King Tut's nurse New to rap But I'll come out in first Take the scraps And I turn them to sculptures But I'm barely sober And I'm getting older Making changes to the status quo Take potential and I put it in motion To get the ball rolling My mind is racing The beat is the track field And the speech is sprinting Opportunities pa**ing And my parents are lapping And my patience is lagging And my cadence is lacking I'm ignorant, I hope I have it but I'm stuck I stick to the script, that's why I stay stuck in this rut [Hook] [Verse 3] And so it goes that the kids with the bars He aimed for the stars He made it to mars and claimed it as ours Fame is inane, when your main goal Is taming the game, I sit in the cage Domesticating chains and cars My main goal is to see the red planet at large But I'm a ring master of this art The links broken and Ferrarri's stalled I bring spoken wits and all of my jots A cup half full of my heart You spilt it on the floor, now half empty's all that I got A steady hand as I type, not even coping with hype I'm over dosing on heights, I'm slowly finding my style Procrastinating on now, it's audible BLAOWS I make your mind sound, I'm taking what's mine And shaking the mic, and pressing rewind Don't skate but I grind, and always ending on time [Hook]