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letra de the bus stop - aks

i’ve been sitting at this bus stop
ever since me and my talent had a bust up
so used to putting other stuff above us
that you’d think i ain’t even bothered by my tough luck
and i lost love
through my troubles i’ve been sitting in this rain
watching ripples in the puddles
asking myself if i’m gonna get on?

sometimes i feel like
i should have never picked the pen up
a true confession of a writer when he’s fed up
the pleasures, the pains, the treasures to gain
and whether i can weather the rain in this terrain
trying to refrain from letting entertainment and fame win
afraid to even step off this sp-ceship i came in
i gained friends who would say i go against trends
but i just put my pen to paper, and prayed it made sense
to those kids who ain’t built for the bits
yet knowing…she’s a b-tch with some beautiful lips stick with life
wishing being filthily rich
was instant like microwavable meals from the fridge
i feel it in my guts like it’s digging in my ribs
and i’m sick of it, feel to give up like cigarettes
but will i regret saying ‘i don’t wanna spit’
when all it is is dribble on a disc
if my scriptures are a distant memory, considered a myth
then will i whisper that ‘it is what it is’?
‘cause in the past tense, when my future was at risk
man i didn’t treat my present like a gift
instead…i was just sitting at this bus stop
ever since me and my talent had a bust up!

sometimes i feel like
there’s no excuses
except my roots is where the youths are ruthless
and i’m trying to find that route out ‘cause the truth is
i don’t wanna hang about so i loosen nooses
i used to be the nuisance at the back of the bus
then my tunes got a few home improvements
but using whose blueprint?
clueless…i was just another school kid
taught that i should move based on colour like a rubik’s cube
stupidly thinking i could move units
where the exhaust fumes stop me from blooming like a tulip
if ‘being real’ is ‘fluent in being foolish’
i’m ‘a change the tyre on that wheel…no toolkit
‘cause now i’m big, i’m still pursuing music
knowing if i miss the bus they’ll rub it in like m-sseuses
all because i bare it all like a nudist
and pour out creative juices
i still wish that…

i wasn’t sitting at this bus stop
ever since me and my talent had a bust up
so used to putting other stuff above us
that you’d think i ain’t even bothered by my tough luck
but i lost love
in my troubles i was been sitting in this rain
watching ripples in the puddles
asking myself if i’m gonna get on?
and i don’t wanna take the bus though……no!
(i don’t wanna take the bus though, no, no, no!)
because i lost love
in my troubles i was been sitting in this rain
watching ripples in the puddles
asking myself if i’m gonna get on?

welcome to the bus stop!

- aks

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