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Meditation 11​.​22​.​20

from Meditations by Sarob

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All messed up with nowhere to go
Mango vest shoulder the load
Van Gogh brush wit the flow
This shit is for the south side, 33rd and below
Until I feel the rush, I’m happy taking it slow
Take my time to reload
music sho’ can erode
Purpose and soul, until you feelin outta control
I gotta take a step back, refocus my goal
What’ll be left of me when I’m not out hur anymore?
Live from the chi
Right hand drying my eyes
Left hand scrolling thru pics of me wearing disguise
I prioritized my want to be recognized
I signed autographs like I was really that guy
Obsession over flash, the cash and yearning eyes
Undressing women off of a stage name on fliers
This is what I ordered, but it ain’t quite my size
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Who am I to be who I’m not?
Running so long, eating the clock
…Never reaching the top
At this rate, I sold myself for barren crop
Cause I ain’t gon be Hov or Nas, Drake or Dot
So what else do I got?
I’m talking to my pops, asking how to be a man
How to overcome, how to execute a plan
He said do what I can, but some shit is outta my hands
That’s a hard truth I needed to understand
Looking at his life, looking at mine
Seeing parallels bending time that intertwine
He was twenty six, feeling fear he was falling behind
Forty years later, here I am, failing the climb
Going out of my mind
Been searching so long, when the fuck will I find?
And what will I find?

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from Meditations, track released November 22, 2020
Mixed by D1. Additional prod by me.

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