Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Small Steps, artist - Heiruspecs. Album song Small Steps, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 13.08.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Tunecore
Song language: English
Small Steps |
As long as blood flows, I stay strong, it’s possible |
Inspired by the music |
I’ve been trapped within this pattern by choice |
It has long been my preference to keep, instead of trying to lose it |
So as much as I can, I use voice |
If I become as powerful as James Earl Jones |
Then I will be more mobile and possibly even be able to kill with microphones |
Until then, my bones and soul are all that maintain the role |
And folding slowly, make it, only my pen pay the toll |
Now is the time |
Today is the day that the good lord has made |
Which enables me to rejoice in rattling the cage |
That holds my inhibitions and fears |
Distant yet oh so near |
I listen, but don’t yet hear the whispers |
When ghosts shed tears |
So dear apparitions |
I give you my solemn vow, now |
To earn every bead of sweat on my brow |
Until the wet mask that I wear bears my soul |
When exhibiting the epitome of mic control |
You know the name of the game |
Chasing the fame and wealth |
Trying to build a name while still trying to maintain self |
Your health is most important |
You should never forget |
This is supposed to be an outlet |
When I’m stressed out, I’m working |
I’m never perfect |
Jerk the pair while trying to write a masterpiece |
A feast for vocal chords |
To try and release |
I’m always reaching out for something |
But I don’t know what it is |
I’m reaching out for that assurance |
Cause me, myself, I know that I write to live |
I’m sick of this shit |
This insufficient method of living is giving me a conniption |
Finger too tired to pause |
Too sick to quit |
The insidious system is rendering it’s citizens |
Mentally indolent with tricks and senselessness |
I’ve been sent to |
Levitate verb, pitch, balance and purpose |
To kiss and dismiss villainous words on the surface of earth |
With her pursed lips |
Hence, giving the worthless |
A glimpse at the twinkle in the eyes of the observant |
And my momma said the elements that make me are the same ones that break me |
Let’s switch around these elements and see where they take me |
I’m feeling more alive when I’m back by that break beat |
Accordingly, I speak out |
When I’m full of life my spirit takes me |
Through the mic and speaker flowing out |
With honesty, probably |
Cover insecurities with comedy, probably |
Cover up stupidity with comedy, probably |
Doing it, just as long as it’s calling me |
Olly olly oxen free |
Strategically placed synonyms, riddles, and speaks |
Clothing unfolding |
To show those who don’t know what flows bring |
Moments of personal clarity mixed with gloating |
That your hopes and dreams lay broken at my feet |
Like toe rings |
A spectacle of this magnitude can cause an attitude |
To switch hemispheres by a few degrees like latitude |
Not a statement for elevate my status, too |
I just happen to bear bad news, sad but true |
Do I get the finder’s fee for finding me in my apartment |
Patiently waiting for nothing specific |
Just start in my rhyme book |
And starting |
Departing for punch lines |
Moving into stories and traditions |
Of real separatory magicians |
So if it works out |
I could be heralded instead of looked down on |
Inferiority complex is something that I frowned on |
Clowned on, and make yourself into a bigger man |
Or con yourself as if following the lines drawn in sand |
The journey within |
Its not as simple to finish |
As it is to begin |
But hopefully me and my pen will be friends till the end |
My buddy, wherever I go he goes |
Wherever we go we show everyone that we are both equal |
Channeling devices of something higher than each of us |
We seem to touch the fingertips of the being that’s reaching us |
Teaching us that weeping on loose leaf deepens the trust |
We need to be sure to hear the creator speaking to us |
Microphone (microphone) |
Table amplifier (broadcast) |
Feelings (building up) |
Emotions heighten (let it all pass) |
The moment between thought and word eternal and instinct |
(developing quickly, like the growing of an infant) |
Microphone (microphone) |
Table amplifier (broadcast) |
Feelings (building up) |
Emotions heighten (let it all pass) |
The moment between thought and word eternal and instinct |
(developing quickly, like the growing of an infant) |