White Whale

1st verse:
stuck in a nightmare, yeah this is my tale
I swear I'm innocent, but I'm denied bail
realistically, I might fail, but I don't wanna die yet
still searching for nine tales and white whales

harpoon in hand, trying to boost the crews morale
talking opportunities , and what the future has
in store for us, but they all covered in moss
situation coming back to me like a boomerang

I hear alotta talk about key's
hear alotta talk about the land of the free
I hear alotta talk about cream
wish I heard more about anonymous warriors that are following a dream

I hear alotta talk about hoes
hear alotta talk about living in a role
hear alotta talk about roads
I wish I heard more about all of those who struggled but achieved all their goals

those who did what was right
those who put up a fight
those who no matter difficulties, in the business
that went on with stiches and always kept trying

-yeah, you know you inspire
inspire to taking us higher
in spite of the liars and triers
who stood by while you chased your desires

chorus:
for the struggle (STRUGGLE)
for the grind (GRIND)
for the ones who bring their a-game everytime
for the hustle (HUSTLE)
for their lives (LIVES)
the ones who close the bullshit out thinkin never mind

2nd verse:
I feel like giving up, have to pack my bag and travel
I'm shooting for the stars, now so I'm stacking arrows
My family tree supplied me with my adams apple
but now I'm on a holy quest to find my tabernacle

I look down to see blisters and sore feet
I'm always walking, so lately there's been no sleep
reaching for the top, and this hill is so steep
you build fuckin a fire they gonna ask for more heat

I hear alotta talk about fame
hear alotta talk about dicks in the game
hear alotta talk about pain
wish I heard more about workin' in silence, to polish diamonds for a change

I hear alotta talk about death
I hear alotta talk about keeping it fresh
I hear alotta talk about steps
I wish I heard more about people with dreams that'll seek it with every breath

I'm getting tired of the same old gibberish
go from pond to ocean, what's the difference
I get that you all tryina catch a bigger fish
the world is really rigorous - so why you listening

what to do with your life
-people repeating give stupid advice
but don't you dare to go and choose what you like
unless you wanna find out what a loser is like

the blueprint of life,
is school till you fueled up on truths of this life
they abusing your mind
so the music I write,
becomes a bubble, and the bubble it shields me from my troubles
in the booth with my mic