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killah con - adolescence lyrics

sacrificial lamb, eat my heart out, it’s soft
isolated by the wool, separated from the laughter
can’t hear from the herd, through the silence it’s kinda hard ta
escape from the system, graduate before the slaughter
used to have school spirit, used to celebrate the martyr
used to surround myself with greats, used to truly feel a part of
something great myself, something great like sean carter
but now i stand alone, no longer held up by the garter
i miss the days when i was a disciple of the father
but now i’m my own disciple; my own fate, my own charter
an uncharted path to follow, my only map is in a bottle
the road less travelled and my foot is on full throttle
crossroads set out by darkness in zero, and i thought i’ll
search for the sharer of my soul as told by aristotle
leaving no stone unturned as i rise up from despair
my whole life taking the blame for no attempt at being fair
struggling to hear those cheers, that’s the sound of my team
i’m deafened by the fear that this is all just a dream
too focused on my career, they’re trying to raise my self-esteem
can’t even join em for a cheers, i’m tryna gag this inner scream
i guess that’s the danger when there aren’t too many schemes
my brain just shuts me down under the thumb of its regime
until an insurgency shows not all is what it seems
i guess it’s time to tell my saviours: they were right; i can redeem

rising from the ashes like the year is triple-8
proof to my furious self that there’s no such thing as fate
a member of too many subsets, i know you can relate
i’m a recent social bloomer, i hope i’m not too late
to f-ck up this world, and follow the footsteps of the greats
slowly making progress, me and destiny got a date
i’m here chasing dreams, she’s just trying to chase the ds
i guess you’d say it’s dreadful but any more and they’d be es
mum said “get education or all you’ll get are ps and ts”
this here’s a retro flow, back before we’d count in 3s
i’m just trying to seize my moment, my 15 minutes of fame
i’m a student of andy warhol, and a pop artist of the game
20 years crafting the reasons for the world to know my name
first a painter, now a lyricist, to critical acclaim
the system’s giving back to a life serving as a slave
learned to make my own luck before i was cradled to the grave
learned to never trust another before i’d be backstabbed by the glaive
self-harmed to stop the harm, for the attention i now crave
mind addled by the pain. i struggled to behave
lost sense of true reality, trying to revert to the save
but i’ve finally broken the cycle, i guess i’m zero type
the seed of hope was planted, and now the fruit is ripe
each struggle that i conquer earns me another stripe
turned the doubters into disciples, you better believe i am the hype

these couple bars are just referential filler
dad named me neil, ak named me k!llah
i think i’ve grown a lot since i was given both those names
but no matter how i try, i just can’t escape these games
the game of desperation, the game of separation
the challenge to sabotage each one of my relations
taking it out on those who were just proud of my creation
locking myself away, a refugee of my own nation
waiting for the one to bring me my salvation
rejected by all the others, you could say my approach is bayesian
but like with every trial i’ve faced i know i’ll succeed
i’ll try any dishonest means like the followers of the creed
twice christened, twice the blessings, twice the chance to plant the seed
but i’m dependent no longer on the fear i’ll fail the deed
don’t listen to the soppy sh-t, love ain’t all you need
i learned that the hard way, now i’m happy and i’m freed

congratulations

- killah con lyrics

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