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letra de imposter - the owl prince

imposter syndrome, also called perceived fraudulence, involves feelings of self-doubt and personal incompetence
that persist despite your education, experience, and accomplishments
to counter these feelings, one might end up working harder and holding themselves to ever higher standards

i don’t want attention, but i need the recognition
cause every self vs. other just highlights what i’m missin
like there’s been some kind of system and i never got admission
one that doesn’t care for wisdom, only focused on commission
sounded more like prison, just to get to some position
something better, something greener, something that matched with my ambition
so i had to pay tuition
and make money my only mission
so i could tell any and all the opposition
i got that f-ck you money
but now i’m like…f-ck you, money
guess i caught a break, fast
just to sing for my supper
cause the less i feel like last is the more that i suffer
i don’t want a race, i wanna set the pace
tryna face my problems, but my problem is my face
if i only look to use it to keep track of where i place
and look up and down, but not around, only seeing the mistakes
like where’s that 30 under 30
where’s the plays, where’s front page, where’s the fans and the stage
like, yea i’m paid, yea i get laid, yea i got it made
but we fightin’ battles all the same
to each our own separate strain
we’re all equal in our pain
like why can’t i pay my d-mn student loans
putting interest over principles that i’m forgetting what i’ve known
am i just gonna keep chasing my youth
is it gonna be voices back or just me in the booth
when am i gonna stop feeling so hopeless
when am i gonna make that magnum, that opus
cause they been dreaming, while i been lucid
they been losing, i’ve been losing losing
they been rising, i’ve been musin
but still i don’t know who peter’s choosin
the choir of my past selves sings to me
you’re an instrument for the symphony
but you’ve been watching way too much tv
but you’ve been scrolling endlessly
the choir of my past selves sings to me
you’re an instrument for the symphony
but you’ve been ruled by jealousy
but you’ve forgotten self-empathy
comparison is the thief of joy
i’ve had it with these status ploys
once i have x, then i can enjoy
my life is more than what i employ
the holes before us, make us porous
so we flow just like a torus
if we’re all one, they can’t ignore us
so i guess i’ll join the chorus

i gotta find my voice
the signal is the noise
my success is just a choice
i will never fill my void
i gotta find my voice
the signal is the noise
my success is just a choice
i will never fill my void
you’re an instrument for the symphony
i’ll never fill my void, never fill my void
you’re an instrument for the symphony
i’ll never fill my void, never fill my void
to thine own self always be true
giants exist to shoulder you
they think they’re imposters too
we all don’t know what to say or do
the truth is always misconstrued
so chase the sight, not the view
i find my truth on the map i drew
i’m not held down by peer review
i’m a visionary, surrounded by the blind
like the canary that never made it from the mine
i try to get it out, but these thoughts are all still mine
i can’t confine or define the design of the divine

we’re all steady sippin from the same eternal fountain
so there’s no competition, it’s why i’m aiming for the mountain
once i make it, you’ll ask how’d i ever doubt him
but there’s no “it”, so we need to stop the countin
and just be
the symphony
there’s no me, just the we
so just be
the symphony
there’s no me, just the we

- the owl prince

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