What it is

Count my words you know making money hurt
I'm standing still at work
Staying honest even though they got they backs turnt
Age has taught well what can't be said often fills the room
So these words that I choose can't turn me to a saint
If they did I wouldn't have to work six to two
Every day and watch they back like I should with mines
'Cause it's running on my fucking time yeah yeah
I'm just laughing at the ends of the roads
Like I knew the places that I don't
I don't wanna blow up smoke
Sometimes I'm forgetting that I'm playing
Uncertain like, scientific experiments in the making
Taking on hysterical ratings
I'm developing decisions on the spot
Learning how to move, innovating shots
The rewards can't match my feelings
But it is what it is
Is what it is and I can't say shit
It it is what it is and I can't say shit
Passions held bounded by the depths of the candle
Pressure no one tryna handle
Rise above but never victimize
The moment is a prophecy so you cant apologize
'Cause you think the past is hard to memorize
I can't pick my size I'm blinded by supernatural signs
Its a fear with no ringing, a puppet on no strings, a story without a tale
Why don't you go and trip with someone else
Burn the image this ain't no skirmish
I'm attacking what you got it's a privilege like birthday wishing
Keep the candles burning until the day can finish
I anticipate intrinsic hate
A fair share of being loved and played
Collateral damage to rock your faith
This psychological destruction is driven by an impatient way