The Burning Bush

Verse 1 Rhymin' distracted now: out of focus Verses swarm like locusts, make Queen Bs jokers To put my name on the map, they bunny hop hocus pocus Out my top hat, fall back Ten seasons till I fall flat Like All That, never shied from warpaths Wore sock hats and never hung with the rough pack So people seem shocked when they know that I write Or don't fit preconceived prototypes of those on the mic Skeptics...till I showed them all the light Now they burn heretics/hair ticks who challenge my might But with every critic saved, there's more in need of sight They all say they listen-through their teeth- so I know it's a LIE! Of course, I'm bitter: Petals was more than 'just alright' These 'connoisseurs' on hip-hop must know nothin' on rap Cuz they just post artists based on the number of blog hits To make hip-hop stop, think "What the hell's wrong with-?" {Insert popular blog name} cuz we all know who does it Don't mean to sound like the guy on the pulpit But it is what is... Chorus Take my hands, grab a seat or walk with me Past the flames, the fumes, all the way to The Burning Bush X2 Verse 2 I wrote this verse in class, sleepy eyes so time could pass And also cuz it's getting harder to write in that house... Like Mass, I can get in like 4 or 5 bars Meaningful stuff, never about jewels or cars But at home, it's different: my mom wants me reading Studying Math never English, around the clock: it's sickening She's come to hate everything I devote a place In my heart for, cuz I rap, she feels disgraced Feels the need to hide the facts That on beats I wax The mentality of the pack That all rap is trash She's embraced so despite my efforts to educate I've come to realize my input might never take So it is what it is Like the birds and the bees There's this giant rift between my mother and me And it just keeps getting wider and big... Chorus x2 Verse 3 This is the hardest part of the song and I could be wrong But I do know one thing: this life ain't fun It sucks: I never thought i'd ever be the one To wish my mama gone and not feel remorse I'm just tryna form a life that in ten years I'll want Or when I'm on a crutch or raising my own runt But with every foot forward, it feels like I moonwalk Petals didn't take, how am I sure this one will work? I'm miserable man: I scrawl my name in emo font In dark-purple chucks yelling out Kill Them ALL This is my world: It's not the cheeriest of welcomes But if you listen to this tape, thats prolly not what you're here for Chorus x3