Sango - Outcast lyrics

[Verse 1] Another dreary morning. Locked away these lyrics pouring Nothing out there is appealing to him so he's here recording Dear sweet lord he, lost his mind he's clearly morbid People cast him out cuz he thinks God is dead, and weird is normal It's that life of loner kids, just that type persona is Not affixed to fit within this system, I ain't controlling it Deep breaths. He'd rather fight than hold it in Targeted because they think he's weak, my condolences Laughing at em, they keep calling him an outcast Little do they know he's been about that. (ah yeah) Your heart'll take a feeble mind to hell and shut it down fast His heart'll rise from ashes, fight them back and make this sound last He don't want the fame or money just the rapping tenure He just wants to make it out alive from rap in ten years Surrounded now by mobs of actors repping flashy vendors Who got the fans but lacking talent, that's what happens when you're Trapped in a system a** backwards as met sys Somebody break these chains that are rendering us defenseless That chain around your neck ain't pure at all its leaving imprints If I don't break the chain I'll break the mold and hop the fences [Spoken Word Break] They see him as different so they treat him as different But when commands get barked out wonder why he doesn't listen No belief in this system that squeezes it's victims Dry of any last drop of creative image We made it this way. Or he believes that we allow it Relating hype to glory and materials to prowess This generation is impatient hardly waiting like an ounce is So either vomit out that garbage or keep remaining soundless They found it easier to be a money hungry petty bore Recycled bars about turning up and overk**ed metaphors We have a million choices yet this the sh** we settle for? He's packing way more than punches in his lines, you can bet it's war There's no rest for the wicked so quite often he's anxious Feeling stuck in this shell, this locked box that you gave him His only shot at freedom is somewhere off in these pages Just the lost soul, the outcast, this monster you made him [Verse 2] Now he's got his family concerned Lacking sanity in verses they keep askin if he's hurt And it's hard to put an answer into words Cuz he knows that it depends on if his attitude inverts Up at one minute. Down the next Empty one bottle. Down the next d**h by one chain. Round his neck d**h by 2Chainz. Probably next This clouded head only finds a purpose when I write these verses My psyche's nervous for the future day when I'll be earnest These f**ed up thoughts of mine just help to keep my fire burning But I keep learning they'll turn me to ash if I don't purge them It's hard to understand my pa**ion is my vice One things for certain, I quit rapping, I quit life It's a battle every night, my stamina I sacrifice And even though it's k**ing me if I don't handle it I'll die If I don't handle it I'll die Self destructing fool, never grab my own advice But am I drowning? Or am I on the rise? This is just another wave, take my hand and we'll survive