Ambitions Opaque
Chorus:
Slow rise to the top, the mountain pursued
Straight narrow path, no chance to lose
On the right, the battle of clans and crews
Which direction suits, which one to choose
Verse 1
On the way to the top, it took me a while to clue in
That the ghastly figures was what I had to get through them
They advise to become a mathematician
Go to school, make money being a politician
Spend long years to become a top-notch English student
But insisting on associating with Hip Hop, that shits stupid
Another pale, white kid who was considered modest
To reach the prime stages, my style had to be honest
Can’t shout Black Panther slogans, or talk bout pistols
Or about public enemy number 1, sniffing coke crystals
Let us face the truth, I come from the subtle rural
No support from the residence, my mission was plural
Wanting to accomplish the path God put me on
To write these dramatic songs, to put forth a bond
And identify the crisis our breed encounters
I kept re-cycling my pattern, mimicking a music box dancer
Chorus twice
Verse 2
Of course, not only Pinacle fails to proceed
With the course of life, along with filth and greed
Resentment, the same men who came to disgrace
Provided the blinding light that created raps opaque
The bindings of its grip on reality lost grip
While the shady business found its cliché
The Hennessey they elegantly sipped, sifting into their lips
Drowned the talents who advanced with gifts
Look, the opportunity arose, then was deposed
On a daily basis, like Micheal Jackson switching chose
One day, peaceful and clam as the night faded to dawn
The other hour, fucking horrid as the demons spawned
The great fly of the producers opened to piss
Upon the raps soft lips, causing the eclipse
Sun faded to Moon, stars without a sparkle
As rap industry used piss to swallow and gargle
Chorus twice
Verse 3
Blasphemous, the diabolic hate swept
Over the land, as the catastrophe crept
Thoroughly, cocaine pipes and needles wanted to do me
Took menacing injections, while Brazilian chicks screw me
Viewed over as the credibility lowered
Possibility to increase, rare as 4-leaf clovers
Still, marked as a threat to my own substance
About to be diminished as the chessboards slants
Bishops enveloped the pawns, I took cover
The King protected me, held strong when I shuddered
No one of importance listened when I mutter
Only acknowledge my presence when my back is covered
Ever so slow, I regain my composure
And withdraw a loaded weapon from my holster
Can’t keep dirt off this cold shoulder
So in turn, I subconsciously bring instant closure
Safety off…brittle hands cock back the salvation
Little time wasted, short as my patience
I feel a tingly feeling, maybe the Lo sweater is static
Maybe not…as I feel I am cocooned in blue plastic
Chorus twice
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