Yah beautiful, dangerous season the fall of youth Souls wither, like gold diggers we follow suit The booth is starting to feel small I should feel appalled, instead I feel it all and cant call it My heroes have the heart to lose the life I wanna live In the end Im hoping that I take less than I give We go through stages, I aint talking bout gigs And I aint talking bout famous when I talk about big Pathetic poetics, connect my life to my words Some cause playback pain right to the nerves For me its hard to hear that youre hard of hearing Didnt believe I was def till some checks started clearing Now thats a different kind of clarity And love for your brother, thats a different kind of charity Ya I rap fearlessly, but I act carelessly When Im busy on my grizzly, Im a quarter bipolar bear with me The rarest breed, naw, Im just a parakeet I talk what I hear, I do as they do and I hate what I fear you see A simple animal sin is sincerity But when I get carried away, you carry me TSOL
tsol, fearlessly, poetics, parakeet, carelessly