BOTTOM OF THE OCEAN ft. Malik Fahimi & 2Sense Lyrics

What's it mean to be finally free?

A separation from life, unification with glee?

What do I need to be happy?

Why don't I ever feel that way?

It seems my mind, body, soul always in constant decay

While I slay these demons, only seem to see me as prey

So I pray, and I try, analyze why I can't see a goddamn thing that makes me feel something inside

So I run, and I hide, I can't breathe, I can't cry, but I dream, and I try to let myself up out of this cage

Spread my wings, finally fly, but I'm dying inside, my mind is built up with this rage

All I know is that I'm always all alone

Rivers running red with blood

Walking, talking, living life feels like colors don't exist

If I can't spill the sink, I'll spill some blood, you get the gist

Limitless bullets inside this penmanship clip

This desert eagle on my hip is for the culture and the kids

To rob them of the innocence, the system went and stripped me of

I long to see their blood running rivers deep, just because

I've been a victim of trusting something that mean nothing

Put in my 2Sense, but ain't getting no McMuffin

Matter fact, it was nothing

Raps intact, but they all bluffing so hard they mean mugging

Fifteen with a weapon acting like you've seen something, just an orphan of life

The type with organs ripped from inside of you, looking like you knew that there was more to this life

Zombified by amphetamine, ketamine, racial injustice for that melanin or brown complexion

One too many ambitions to become a dead or living legend

I'm giving up on trying to get ahead

Doing my best just to finish this mission, wishing I was dead on the daily

Cause even though working for Metro pays me, it doesn't set my soul free from the confinement

Free from a retirement community I don't desire to see

And can't afford because of war and inflation and this fake economy

A world autocracy that clearly no one can see

No, not even me, I'm just a pawn with glimpses through my pen of the before and the beyond

Until I'm gone

Until I'm gone

I don't know what I've been doing all along

All I know is that I'm always all alone

Rivers running red with blood

Leak!

Sheesh

Wish that shit was different with Moreno

As you may know, I find it difficult to let the past pen go and pass go

Demons in line, I'm the gas at Costco

Inhaling a long Raw no headphone iPhone playing gospel

Fred Hammond clean hard hooping in the park with nutso Bellflower

One lot after the K-Mart

Uncles disintegrated

Cousins incarcerated

Papa stayed away

Agitation

Cohabitation

Habits form the uniform and embrace him

The image of a solid cool nigga what I'm chasing

For Darren

For Julius

For Cole, Grant, and Jason

Elastic, long lasting feelings keep us unmotivated

Oh, and for the uninitiated, me and Christopher represent the Dark in the Spanish saying

Early morning contemplation sizzling as frontal fresh

Faking, manifesting, headaching, and the yawning

The older folks say it's the end

I take it as a warning

Struggle with taking it

How it is given

My gift has been vacant

My love is so daunting

And everything that I've been wanting is a reflection of what I see lacking

I'm asking for blessing while questioning God himself

And mostly for my mental health

Solitude and silence

Silent somber seeking deeper wealth

In my mind's eye, I saw all things myself

Gotta discover I'm king myself