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I'll never be the best son,
Or the perfect daughter,
At times I question
Why I bother
Cuz all the times
That I've tried to succeed
Has left me with nothing
But this need to believe
That these knees are strong enough
To walk these roads that are long and rough
even when my shining armor's scuffed
I keep moving,
to fight these inner demons,
That keep screaming at me to redeem them
But this time... this is it.
This time... it's different.
This time... the bitterness of failure diminishes.
It's a clean slate, stop dreaming and wake
Cuz opportunity is staring, glaring me in the face
Forever, I can't stop it, opportunity is knocking
Will the door open while I'm coping with these problems
Or will I waste it, so many times I've tasted
The bitter sweet tragedy, of my disgraces
It haunts me
It taunts me
It tears at my skin
Yo I barely can breathe cuz it's there in the wind
And it rips through my rib cage
It slips through my fingers
I try to cure this curse but of course it still lingers
Afraid that my fate is, as dangerous as hate is.
But escaping and not taking this chance, I won't make it.
Face it! Mediocrity, is not an option
Throughout this eternity
We only got one...
CHORUS
Direct & T:
Life to make a mark (we only got one)
A mic to erase the dark (we only got one)
A shot to use these songs (we only got one)
A chance to prove you wrong (we only got one)
A pen, a pad, a voice (we only got one)
A soul, a path, a choice (we only got one)
A soul, a mic, a God (we only got one)
A chance, a life, a shot (we only got one)
Judy Tuan:
All of my, inner demons
They just won't die, they keep on screaming.
How do I, silence and defeat them?
But now's the time, for me to redeem them.
Direct:
And I can't forget it, I can't let it
outta my head and set it, aside when life is hectic.
I need to keep steppin, in the, correct direction,
Magnetic, North's, the destination where I'm heading
So with this in perspective, it seems my dreams could be synthetic
until reality and fallacies get together and connected.
'Bout time I get credit, for my perpetual poetic
phonetics. Better call the medics, cuz Direct's about to wreck it.
T:
With reckless abandon I'm used to demanding
the most from myself ... I'm supposed to prevail.
Cuz this ghost in my shell, is loud and persistent.
Telling me listen, "this coward's existence
is not for you, you were offered more
than to rot your youth behind an office door."
I need to get off the floor, find inspiration
this is not a song this is my validation
for breathing, the reason,
I'm, here on this surface.
No need to believe me
I, know I'm not perfect.
But fuck it, I'm trying
Yo e-nough with implying
That all of my work is,
words and just writing
It's more than us rhyming
we, fighting the silence
and silencing fears.
I'm tired and sick of hiding
from all my ambitions.
To hell with inhibitions!
They must be forgotten
Cuz yo we only got one
CHORUS
T:
It lingers, on fingertips out stretched.
A shadow, that follows me without rest.
Regrets, the times that I failed ta
bounce back, from the wrath of my failures.
Direct:
I've done that, but now I gotta be clutch,
My dreams approach, so close, damnit I can almost touch.
But if I fuck up, I might just blow it all to pieces
It's all or nothing so help me Lord Jesus
T:
and grant me the strength, to seize it the moment.
This pad and this pen is bleeding an ocean
ferocious, composin' in microphone poems.
I'm tied to this mic cord I know I would die for
Direct:
this moment. So I have to make it happen
I sacrificed half my life for this whole rappin
dream of mine, cuz hip hop's my only answer
music and rhymes, my soul's only chance ta
breathe, and become free from all of my barriers
believe in yourself, D, you can fucking carry your
own weight, don't let nobody slow you down
concentrate, hold your ground, c'mon, your time is now.
T:
So throw away your fears and your deepest emotions,
your weakness your secrets your preconceived notions
of failure, it's you against the world and I'ma tell ya
keep breathing, don't you ever let them see you bleeding.
But T, do you mean it?
Say I mean it, with every ounce of my being.
Well let's do it then, cuz if not now then when?
The music, the hunger...they need to transcend
So FUCK DESTINY, it ain't written in stars.
It's written in rhymes, lines, and lyrical bars
We can't discard our endeavors, cuz they burn like a toxin.
So it's now, or it's never, "cuz why?"
We only got one...
CHORUS
(©D. Kan, T. Vu) |
