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letra de waves. - jim dollard

[verse 1]

my life’s a salt cellar peppered with appetizers
i’m breaking bread with the lions in hopes of fading to zion
reaching higher with pliers designed for reachin’ desires
i won’t tire you with knowledge polished man but stressed (look!)
i’ve been blessed, my breast was kept, borne innocence
in a sense, i insist, you journey with me and vent
incensed – my worlds condensed to pretentious consentions’
of right, and wrong, and how to be, how to freely live
aren’t we a people: love each other love yourself
i repent my sins and rent a pool of words event (uh!)
don’t smoke that much it’s not for me, good company
can make me free, not peered too much but need to breath
cut knives to bleed, tension relief – it’s different when you’re differently aligned
my minds a mess of minds, i’m 18 teachin’ kids next time it’s monday
i’m stone baked – it’s 3:!9! trying ta’ redeem myself from sleeping on my dreams
suddenly did it occur to me i would prefer to me a sole rich man who’s living poor than be a rich man living broke!
that thought provoked explosive, emotive narcosis
your ear drums co – signing me providin’ that i wrote this

i knew i’d be a writer back when i was just 15
english state-exam, an a, i hadn’t opened up a thing
skipping cl-ss, kids in books, my chapters were all drafts in a script
to break from m-sses, masterminded systems, uniforms, conform to reason
reason being freedom intertwines creative thinking –
i’m blinkin’ – lookin’ at my dreams shrinkin’ behind a screen
if i don’t intervene i’ll only see my dreams behind a screen
between me and you – rather nestle six feet under than enc-mber
the wonder of life with sh-t that makes me squander –
ponder less and live a jest
people depressed cause’ the tests they worked so hard to impress’ in
left them feelin’ lifeless’
workin’ a job they detest

[instrumental breakdown}

but i digress – i’m caught up in between the mess –
thoughts infested and pestered by all these doubts about the present
a pheasant spreadin’ his feathers, he’s tethered which life is better?
rather live in a manner, as manager, than mind my manners!
dwindle my time spam, let em’ swindle my rhyme plans
leavin’ hints in my lines – past, present location
future is on a noose, you make refutable what’s beautiful not opening to truth
yeah, you make refutable what’s beautiful not opening to truth
you let the usual just use you all, not willing to dispute, uh
f-ck it

[interlude – andré 3000]

now, my oral ill-stration be like cl-toral stimulation
to the female gender, ain’t nothing better
let me know when it’s wet enough to enter
if not i’ll wait, because the future of the world depends on
if or if not the child we raise gon’ have that n-gg- syndrome
or will it know to beat the odds regardless of the skin tone?
or will it feel that if we tune it, it just might get picked on?
or will it give a f-ck about what others say and get gone?

[verse 2]

tryna’ find inspiration
in my room back and forth pacin’
my minds racin’ thinking about everything that i’m facing
location inside my nation adjacent to what i’m chasing
complacent of greatness, he prays this reaches and portrays his sk!ll
my will, i will reveal, in due time through the poems i spill
like crying over milk, my credibility’s irrelevant, but relevant
perceptions of a person can be ignorant – pigment, stigmas
i’m an enigma, i figure the soulfulness i deliver can transcend all of my fears
music tryna’ help me steer, life’s never clear as on the outside it appears
feelin’ trapped, stressed, musics the way out i attest
the tests can i out best living a a lifestyle i detest?
destined to use my blessing as the method to my message
i wrote these rhymes for you, undress em’
an adolescent with the vision of a missionary
rap game’s mine this is my mission, i’m a visionary

[outro]

haha, yeah…
yeah that’s everything anyway, there’s no need to…

- jim dollard

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