2 Months
Riding the Waves of Hope: Eddie Lion's 2-Month Journey
Lyrics
For every tear I've drifted off to sleep with
Reflecting on tears before sleep
These last 2 months have been some kind of treatment
Past two months as a form of therapy
And I thank my lucky stars I've had the love of everybody I've been pleased to meet yeah
Gratitude for the love received
You see I've overloaded, overdosed on hope and dope, but more than most
Experienced excess hope and substances
Just like my little bro had told, I took my foes to hold them close
Acting on advice, confronting foes
Been a host to feelings from Kentucky to the Golden Coast
Emotional journey from Kentucky to Golden Coast
Does anybody know what that means?
Questioning if others understand
You see I've faced the facts
Facing reality
And laced the tracks
Creating music tracks
And I know who that space attracts
Recognizing the audience attracted
The lames react by saying I'm an artifact, to say the max
Facing criticism as an artist
They say that they're the blu-ray, while I'm stuck being the betamax
Comparing oneself to outdated technology
But they don't really know what that means
People not understanding the artist's struggles
Peace is for my piece of Eden
Seeking peace for personal harmony
Dreaming's needed if you sleep and
Emphasizing the importance of dreams
Seeing green is easy speakin if your life is easy street
Having a comfortable life
Easy feats are lyrically achieved these days, I miss the times when lyrics were king
Nostalgia for times when lyrics held more significance
So I'mma open shop and drop some knowledge
Sharing knowledge through music
Stop the top from acting childish
Rejecting immaturity in the industry
Barbershop these lollipops and chop the tops of colored mops or
Metaphorically altering societal norms
Maybe I'll just island hop and hope the hip hop doesn't stop and I know that I'll make it ok
Expressing optimism despite challenges
I'm ok...
Reassurance of personal well-being
Now I can thunder like a blunderbuss
Asserting strength and power
Hunger struck for fucking luck
Desire for luck and success
Not for nuts or fucking sluts
Rejecting superficial desires
Under me no succubus
Avoiding harmful influences
I succumb to love and lust
Balancing love and desire
And contradict my tongue a bunch
Conflict and confusion in expression
Cuz sometimes I don't know what that means
Uncertainty in understanding oneself
Dueces to the nuisance choosing losing when I'm feeling useless
Disregarding negative influences
I refuse to use excuses for me or my lack of music
No excuses for creative expression
bruises lose the blues when you decide to loosen up the noose
Overcoming challenges and difficulties
And sometimes you can tell what that means
Interpreting life's meaning
I rely on whitened lies to try calm my wired nights
Using lies to cope with reality
Like war is not alive or nigh and I can rest my tired eyes
Finding solace in false reassurances
Trying times are difficult to hide these days
Difficulty in concealing struggles
I wish the future wasn't so bleak
Hoping for a brighter future
So I intend to represent commend my friends that comprehend the wend
Commending like-minded friends
And then dissent against normality and never blend again
Rejecting conformity for individuality
We prevent descent into the darkness and suspend the end
Preventing a descent into negativity
And that's the only way I'm okay
Maintaining personal well-being
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