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letra de hephaestus - brent bronze

[verse 1:]
ay
its back to the grind
i push all this doubt to the back of my mind
penning these songs, no penny, my thoughts need a hundred thou’
i need a couple a crowns, hades please give him a couple of hounds
bronze like nero with the lyre now
every beat is a pyre now
please teach me how some silence sounds
n-ggas need to be quiet
i been, i been in dens with the lions
i’m still working
i’m still flying
i’m still tryna make it to zion
how many hours i work on my pen?
how many beats did i get to submit?
how many mixes i threw to the wind?
how many takes did it take to finally make it in?
the effort i gave to something i love
the sh-t on my plate that i had to juggle
i went and suffered
put life on a buffer
didn’t make my first album til i was dead in the water
treading but my pen got so much sharper
my goals got farther, all i could do was grind harder
i felt so like a clown
couldn’t tell which way was down
october when i drowned, right before my birthday i found
come on, maybe momma was right inbound
[chorus:]
1 2 3 4
time knocking at your door
what are you training for?
5 6 7 8
tell me was it worth the wait
was it all just a bait?

[verse 2:]
huh
its back to the grind
push all this doubt to the back of my mind
like am i really just wasting my time?
trying to get rich off of all of these rhymes
a tale that is old as the feeling of time
givin a shape to collections of lines
all i wanted was somewhere shine

[break:]
is that really all? that’s some stupid sh-t, that’s not what i did this for
nah

[verse 3:]
nah listen
alone, late nights
atone, for my fights
i’m on, got gripes
i’m gone, my flight
transform, night night
came home, bye bye
so lost, where’s eye?
i couldn’t tell you i lost my
i lost myself to myself, i lost my mine/mind
released an album but couldn’t answer who am i
comical n-gga, i had issues upon issues
using tissues as i rhymed
i missed the forest for the trees cause i had an axe to grind
[chorus:]
1 2 3 4
time knocking at your door
what are you training for?
5 6 7 8
tell me was it worth the wait
was it all just a bait?

[verse 4:]
alright, well f-ck it
i just gotta run it
writing songs til my hands cripple from the couplets
and i prove that no one flippin’ like that n-gga who was slummin’
i’m on 10, i’m on a hundred
i’m gon k!ll it tell yo cousin
i got sk!ll so heavy, every rapper’s back would crumble
every time i faced the struggle, came under fire
it rained and i perspired, everything that was required
if i was sane i would retire, but the beat plays and i play with fire
this is the beginning of me writing how i won
hours into every beat and every bar
move on, move on, every word that i heard encouraged me to swerve but i love it all too much
touche to the god up above, and apart from the doves, i had to part from the drug of complacence
i keep with the pacing, grinding through all situations

[chorus:]
1 2 3 4
time knocking at your door
what are you training for?
5 6 7 8
tell me was it worth the wait
was it all just a bait?
[outro:]
and then what?
and then what?

- brent bronze

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