Uploaded May 2019 | Updated September 2026, 2 weeks ago
a remix of Joyner Lucas & Logic - ISIS (ADHD)
my Twitter- twitter.com/sagerapper
my original songs: youtube.com/playlist?list=PLK_x34Gzu38P9gNiDNdjK-s3h5LsqnXwG
my remixes: youtube.com/playlist?list=PLK_x34Gzu38P11u3IRxM1vxbc7QrJebdR
subscriber interaction vids: youtube.com/playlist?list=PLK_x34Gzu38Mp-qabeXPRKPR7ES0GlY4y
photo by Martin Adams - unsplash.com/photos/g142r8Rohy4
Lyrics:
sometimes it feels like everybody around me
is running directly at every goal that they have
while I'm trapped just tryin to take in all my surroundings
cuz the fact is I don't even know where I am
I don't even want to be famous and have it all
I just want to help in the way only I can
but I can't seem to figure out what that is
n' all I'm left with is telling you all what it's like, saying
can you hear the ghostly beat playing slow
see me praying as the OCD's weighing heavy
and mostly replaying those three weeks way in the past
and tryin to skip like old CD players, but trapped in it
what's happening
back then it was never rapping I would've imagined that would
get me on the map when I was a lad just dabbling in it
my past was already jacked up back then and at the time
only thing on my mind wasn't a singular rhyme
only whether she could be mine
and seeking to find a way that maybe we could realize
what we wanted to be together
and then feebly trying to get around it
when I figured out that we couldn't
I withstood it, though I was never down to be put
into that kind of position, and after inquisitioning my life
I realized what a wack kind of a Christian I was
I barely knew what I believed
I sure as heck didn't know why I believed it
so I went to meet with
the higher up people in the church to reconcile it
who freaking reviling me, sat back and ignored it
and that was the board that broke the camel's back
the act of war with which this began
my existence
banished halfway between everyone else and Christians
man it's like...
(chorus)
so then I went off on my own
noticing all I talked about in the song Walk Alone
and thought "if no one else is gonna lock and hone in
on the problem, I'll give it a shot", and so I started on it...
but in the parking lot in my car
with naught but a little Snowball, laptop, and some bars I jotted
I had already started
to write a couple of rhymes in my dorm room
thought it'd be fun to see if I could figure rap out, and I did
posted a couple to soundcloud for a kick
but no one around knew a thing about how I spit
cuz at the time I didn't know how, what, or if
I should do anything with it
but I'd keep getting better and cementing the skill
til I'd kill any beat, but then at the same time
felt like I was stuck in a dang mine, just digging in deeper
and tryin to make sense of the lane I'd been traveling in
and that would've been the end of the rapping
cuz I had had it within, too mad that I'd spent
so long tryin to crack what I'm meant for
with nothing to show for it and too sad to pretend
then PewDiePie happened and now I'm no longer alone
and I'm back to killing beats when I go off in the zone
but in fact still feeling weird cuz I know not where I'm going
and unlike other rappers, I don't want any throne
but I'm over the past now and ready to move forward
it's just that I'm not too sure what to move toward
I'll brute force a beat when I get in the mood for it
but the truth's I'm horrified of dying of lukewarmness
maybe it's right, maybe it's not
so often I feel like I'm Jon Snow
and I'm hoping that God's going to lead me
to something to call my own
or maybe I really know nothing at all
all I know's...
(chorus)
a remix of Joyner Lucas & Logic - ISIS (ADHD)
my Twitter- twitter.com/sagerapper
my original songs: youtube.com/playlist?list=PLK_x34Gzu38P9gNiDNdjK-s3h5LsqnXwG
my remixes: youtube.com/playlist?list=PLK_x34Gzu38P11u3IRxM1vxbc7QrJebdR
subscriber interaction vids: youtube.com/playlist?list=PLK_x34Gzu38Mp-qabeXPRKPR7ES0GlY4y
photo by Martin Adams - unsplash.com/photos/g142r8Rohy4
Lyrics:
sometimes it feels like everybody around me
is running directly at every goal that they have
while I'm trapped just tryin to take in all my surroundings
cuz the fact is I don't even know where I am
I don't even want to be famous and have it all
I just want to help in the way only I can
but I can't seem to figure out what that is
n' all I'm left with is telling you all what it's like, saying
can you hear the ghostly beat playing slow
see me praying as the OCD's weighing heavy
and mostly replaying those three weeks way in the past
and tryin to skip like old CD players, but trapped in it
what's happening
back then it was never rapping I would've imagined that would
get me on the map when I was a lad just dabbling in it
my past was already jacked up back then and at the time
only thing on my mind wasn't a singular rhyme
only whether she could be mine
and seeking to find a way that maybe we could realize
what we wanted to be together
and then feebly trying to get around it
when I figured out that we couldn't
I withstood it, though I was never down to be put
into that kind of position, and after inquisitioning my life
I realized what a wack kind of a Christian I was
I barely knew what I believed
I sure as heck didn't know why I believed it
so I went to meet with
the higher up people in the church to reconcile it
who freaking reviling me, sat back and ignored it
and that was the board that broke the camel's back
the act of war with which this began
my existence
banished halfway between everyone else and Christians
man it's like...
(chorus)
so then I went off on my own
noticing all I talked about in the song Walk Alone
and thought "if no one else is gonna lock and hone in
on the problem, I'll give it a shot", and so I started on it...
but in the parking lot in my car
with naught but a little Snowball, laptop, and some bars I jotted
I had already started
to write a couple of rhymes in my dorm room
thought it'd be fun to see if I could figure rap out, and I did
posted a couple to soundcloud for a kick
but no one around knew a thing about how I spit
cuz at the time I didn't know how, what, or if
I should do anything with it
but I'd keep getting better and cementing the skill
til I'd kill any beat, but then at the same time
felt like I was stuck in a dang mine, just digging in deeper
and tryin to make sense of the lane I'd been traveling in
and that would've been the end of the rapping
cuz I had had it within, too mad that I'd spent
so long tryin to crack what I'm meant for
with nothing to show for it and too sad to pretend
then PewDiePie happened and now I'm no longer alone
and I'm back to killing beats when I go off in the zone
but in fact still feeling weird cuz I know not where I'm going
and unlike other rappers, I don't want any throne
but I'm over the past now and ready to move forward
it's just that I'm not too sure what to move toward
I'll brute force a beat when I get in the mood for it
but the truth's I'm horrified of dying of lukewarmness
maybe it's right, maybe it's not
so often I feel like I'm Jon Snow
and I'm hoping that God's going to lead me
to something to call my own
or maybe I really know nothing at all
all I know's...
(chorus)
