The Wind, Pt. 1

Watch me blow up
There’s 4 leaves on my clover
The going of my music feels like Sisyphus’s boulder
But the Wind’s gone help me push it over the top
Now, watch me roll up
I chase the stones ‘cuz
Otherwise I can’t feel, can’t dream, can’t see
The road I am supposed to take (x2)
My problem has no name
And sometimes I wish I was the same
Don’t wanna put my face on what I create
That just raises certain expectations and I don’t
Don’t wanna deal with that
Doubting if I want the real of rap
Just want the freedom of the feeling I get
When I listen to the rhythm and my mind can just let, go
What I want is a mess though
My heart can scream all it wants
My mind still says no
I can’t see ahead
If I could, I could anticipate what the best step
Would be to take next
But I can’t, can’t rest
Without the reassurance that I gave it my best