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letra de stop telling me shit - the myth of ken

[hook]
they tell me try my hardest
they tell me take my time
but i know only thing i’m gettin’ through is lines
they tell me do my best
they say it all depends
they think they want me pushin’ pencils but i’m grippin’ pens
they think i’m sane and stable
they tell me buy the world
i’m cryin’ over how my hair won’t f-ckin’ come uncurled
they think my mind is healthy
they tell me fall in love
they don’t know every time i do i end up loadin’ slugs

[verse 1]
i’ve made a million songs about how i’m so dedicated
to this craft i’ve honed and how i’m workin’ gettin’ educated
but this paranoia and this wrestling anxiety
got me fearin’ for my future fightin’ whats inside o’ me
i’m not a mathematician but i try my hardest
i’m acing all my homework but my tests fall off the farthest
i come home in anger after lookin’ at my struggle
should relax with recreation; ‘stead i’m bl–dyin’ my knuckle
like a boxer hits opponents i impale into the cinderblocks
stoppin’ just mere moments ‘fore i rail into the window locks
i could shrug and take a ride away from all that plagues me
but these – beats are – still – bumpin – crazy – and it – begs me
i remember writin’ notes to family at 17
thought that it would be the only time they’d get to hear the scene
knew they’d understand my thoughts when they were written on the wall
threw away my peace and quiet when i chose to write it all
down in these 16s; drown in these sick dreams
rap was just a hobby like a clown in his ripped jeans
speakin’ to the gods in my last resort
before i speak to my parents or read a label report

[hook]
they tell me try my hardest
they tell me take my time
but i know only thing i’m gettin’ through is lines
they tell me do my best
they say it all depends
they think they want me pushin’ pencils but i’m grippin’ pens
they think i’m sane and stable
they tell me buy the world
i’m cryin’ over how my hair won’t come uncurled
they think my mind is healthy
they tell me fall in love
they don’t know every time i do i end up loadin’ slugs

[verse 2]
do i need to be catchy to get my peace of mind?
my favorite songs don’t even have a hook between their lines
its rhyme-punch-rhyme-punch-rhyme-punch-break
i build off of my heroes but n0body takes the bait
its a great beat, but the rapping is only decent
i poured my every thought into that track but i ain’t tweakin’
if my thinkin’ is slowed because i deny the pills
does that mean i won’t be sh-t until i swallow them in hand-fills

[verse 3]
they tell me try my hardest
they tell me take my time
but i know only thing i’m gettin’ through is lines
i can write til my burial i’ll write ’em in the afterlife
you’ll be gettin’ haunted with the sh-t i’m spittin on that mic
but whats the point of writin’ til you’re tired and exhausted
if n0body wants to hear your sh-t once they’ve recosted it
drums will draw them in like its once upon a time
but the hero never wins when they cl!ck away on rhymes

- the myth of ken

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