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letra de farewell - mike firm

[verse 1]
my mind is a weapon, i’m lamenting for the hurt
condolences to the victims in a world full of hopelessness
wishing it were all okay, but it’s a struggle everyday
reminiscing of all those that have p-ssed away
asking every f-cking night, why did you have to leave?
please comeback is what shifts into all our sleep
considering to move along, but you always arrive
how many more hours until we suffocate and die?
rather dark and terrifying it may seem
depressing, how about all these kids?
left without a chance, questions on racks stacks on decks
ignored by a society that keeps no promises
socioeconomics i don’t give a f-ck
give them a purpose worth fighting for, not a bag and pipe
drugs, s-x, that section 80s craze
i’m gravitating towards that conscious, 90s, 00s b-ss
not pop fantasies and suburban f-cks blind to the chase of the cheddar
it’s not good no homie, not how it works
doesn’t take a g*nius to comprehend
never claiming i’m from the streets, but smart enough to understand
that there are people out here dying
while you revolve around these
white people problems or that precious iphone
on the other hand a family of four is starving for that whole
college students, with these destructive loans
fathers, mothers, siblings hustlin’ for those paper bills
teenagers contemplating to self-inflict
many dealing with guilt, fire in their souls
looking for some hope, falling apart
at this point, is violence the only remedy?
don’t ever let it be

[verse 2]
sit down and reflect on our short time on this earth
wandering about the timeless routine that k!lls
and some times i wish, i was trippin’
searching for the gold, cash, and diamond earrings
a mirage full of emptyness, void of any feelings
amplify the madness, only to come out screaming
against a feat so disastrous beckoning forgiveness
setting my eyes on the prize, breaking the compliancy
whether i’m perfect is not the issue at hand
you best check yourself before false opinions
of a good kid in a mad world desperately clinging
for some o2 to breathe, destroy all humans
or not, fine by me, but screw this self-loathing
sought some sort of peace in this broken record on repeat
the same d-mn music
one day it’ll stop, but it never will
i start, commence, on god, and i will finish it
from day one to the bl–dy f-cking end
beginning of the new, higher than rap
theme song for those with no voice
time p-ssing with no choice
hearts that bleed from so much damage
asking for death instead of a road to redemption
lies from those loved, love from those girls
death due to fate, vices made of cold
magicians without soul, seeking a god that i don’t know
friends that got my back, and those that break
can’t recognize the fake from the truth, dealt with snakes
life of hope, with no ropes
pan the fight, fear of noise
heart with emotions, let them go
lost in, no one found
stupid drunk love, full of flight
roses for the beauty, too many thorns
sc-mbags torn, lovers with the worst
stereotype different
and i hate seeing
at this point, am i a system losing control?
the weak surrender, but i’m not done dealing

[verse 3]
confusion from contradictions of a courageous intellect
seeking -ssurance from philosophers unspoken
misery might love company, but this is what i have to say
every single breath
every single day
i clawed for some sort of relief when you left
no tears, no breakdown, all i did was wait
memories held onto, reflecting on reasons why you left us
farewell to the man that raised me
and the aunt and cousin i visited rarely
something kept me from grieving, i guess i’m strong
new life to carry without the three
our family misses you
the responses not too similar
alcohol for the other keeps the demons at the gate
occasional outbursts, weeped from her
stuck watching these stills, pictures, and these videos
tapes of birthdays past, embrace from the beam
ultralight fortune seems to be lucky, we’re straight
i graduated, got my degree
pushed on, worked with some kids
41 rascals, hoping they don’t go through the same sh-t
never been happier, confusion aside
aspiring for something larger, what’s my next steps?
music, education, math magician for my peers
i’ll figure out my heritage and roots, and f-ck that original
deadbeat good for nothing blood speaks with my sister
we don’t keep in touch, even though i do miss her
threes i count lives, all on these songs
look at the weak cry
pray one day you’ll be strong
fighting for your rights, even when you’re wrong
and hope that at least one of you sing about me when i’m gone
now am i worth it?
did i put enough work in?

[outro]
there’s a logic to these rubies
diamonds in the rough
dot on sight, combined in the heat
a visionary’s beat
tell me… tell me
would you sing about me?
even… when i’m dead and gone?
i was dying of thirst until i found myself
lost in the shadows, rising from the waters
i know… i know that i got it if i
do what i got to do to get by
and they wander why i never get high (get high, get high)
my mom will make it in america
my mom will make it in america, yeah
my mom will make it in america
i swear… i swear

- mike firm

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