Butterflies (Prod. YoungGrizzly)

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Please check this out on YouTube and Soundcloud. Here are the lyrics: Adversity’s the recurring theme of my life, it’s there eternally. Its presence is a certainty. Earnestly, it’s concerning me. Since young, I’ve differed from the norm ‘cause mind’s circuitry exemplifies neurodiversity. Through school, peers bullied me which gave birth to these insecurities that have been nerfing me. But since I been rehearsing these wordy schemes, I’ve earned belief in myself, fears ain’t deterring me anymore. I crave and yearn for the day I get paid for the work I’ve been doing. Not just commercially, want dough and emotional security. For both, must leave obscurity and exit where I prefer to be to get where I’d prefer to be. Come a long way, the journey’s been arduous. It’s occurred to me, after quitting, then quitting quitting that quitting won’t work for me. Vexed myself, got irked at me and internally started turning green. Mind buffers like slow internet speed, so only written words are breathed. But every time I rhyme nervously, mind’s buffer like hypertrophy. When I bare the weight of pressure, inside I feel like Hercules. Got butterflies, stomach’s tight. But I mustn’t run and hide. Overcoming fright of busting rhymes in front of eyes. I toughen mind spitting lyrics a bunch of times. If I stumble, I have another try. Must spit facts, not succumb to lies. Can’t let doubts get under hide. Undergone metamorphosis my brain has changed neurally. Honestly, never thought that it was possible to murder beats verbally, apprehension thwarted it. But listening to other emcees peaked interest and lured me in. It made me wanna purposefully work on these many flaws within, that have been hurting me. Writing then performing scripts is only way to conquer the fiends pulling me back. When ignoring this, a sense of dread lurks beneath the surface. Mental thoughts then dip. Scheming just keeps assuring me during bleak times. Never forfeiting, the shortcomings I endure just breed resilience, a mega force within. Gonna keep it permanently. It’s pointless aborting this. It’d be absurdity, when my pen is scorching this paper with sense of urgency. Urgency? I barely crawl scribbling. It takes ages to conjure a piece worth being shared to audiences, then ages more to perfectly spit. It’s a relentless sort of gig where at first you work for free. Bread, it’s a potential source of it if you believe it’s worth the fee. Got butterflies, stomach’s tight. But I mustn’t run and hide. Overcoming fright of busting rhymes in front of eyes. I toughen mind spitting lyrics a bunch of times. If I stumble, I have another try. Must spit facts, not succumb to lies. Can’t let doubts get under hide. This hobby’s costly in terms of the effort perceived, but at least speaking my mind’s dirty cheap financially. I can spurt, release what I want, when I want, investing without burning green. Plus, chest gets pressure relieved which helps achieve internal peace. If I just ingest insects, it’ll start to negatively affect me. Tension’s increased and mental health turns diseased leading to cerebral emergencies. Can’t give demons the courtesy of having residency. Must evict without hesitancy. Spitting’s an act of insurgency against the fears that furtively rob me off the confidence to express myself assertively. Determined to rise vertically, I’m just gonna perseve- re through the barriers in the way. Gonna have hurdles leaped over. I put in burgundy, sweat and tears. Diligently studying schemes to such a degree that it’s like university. You can feel my speech thermally. Lyricism isn’t tertiary or secondary, it’s first, the peak of priorities. It’s the earth to me.

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