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letra de ugly freestyle - odyss3y

[verse i: odyss3y]
it’s ugly outside, its hungry, full of junkies outside
he wants to cry, begging “please slide some 1’s or a 5”
watch em’ deny, while the water falls out of his eyes
they turn to tides, once the pressure is applied

city skies so wide it’ll, leave your tongue-tied
what resides in the evening can’t catch you when the sun-rise
the only way you lose your shine is when the moon is cloudеd
doom & doubt will k!ll potential, don’t let your templе get crowded

this mental battle between my blood and my art
back and forth with my soul and my heart
go and tear me apart, but soon i’ll rectify
of course i need to shed skin, so i can ascend with this final form of b-tterfly

i asked my father how to realize euphoria
he only told me how the journey would be war for ya
its just a concept, but keep your mental checked
cause’ the only thing that’s promised in this life is death

it’s intense, the thought of failure’s immense
every improvement’s diluted, no matter what i dispense
not so amusing, when my progress moving backwards instead
the fear of losing, its like i’m proving my talent is dead
i’m frantic, i’m panicking when to release this
ever since prismatic, lost the passion to believe
it’s gonna be better, but i’m scared to see the end of it, the end of odyss3y
but the only thing i’m asking is to tune your hearts to me

[verse ii: consey]
lights, burning, my minds turning faster than the-
tides, i’m yearning out for a single piece of-
time, to swerve around oncoming traffic as i-
drive, towards this wall, i’ll crash and burn

it hurts to learn that everybody gonna fall someday
can’t play the fool, everybody rules, ain’t none stay
questioned mortality inside of my brain
still awake since that day
scared of falling asleep and passing away

how long i got to be great
and how long can i be great before the passion decay
before i’m rapping the same, bars
tryna recapture the flame

early twenties, but i been rapping since the days of andré
was kitchen whipping with kelis, tryna rebrand a milkshake
self sabotaging my faith, i never prayed and it won’t start
cause’ then its outta fear and not belief that i’ll go that far
don’t even have a lord to begin with
staring at the mirror, choosing to ignore my forgiveness
the wheels spinning, same mistakes being made
replaying the days, on a loop, hoping something’ll change

nothing does, thinking back to the days with my brahs
tryna find anyway to pave a way out of the mud
some sold some bricks, some folded quick
i’ve still been getting this work

jugging, still jugging til’ i’m laid in the dirt
we got different types of dope to disperse
keep ya rocks, i’ll work the clock
and addict them to the sh-t in my words (f-ck)

- odyss3y

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