Alphabet Soup ft. Nate Kiz

I spent my youth trying to get to the moon, the balloon is my pen and the anchor is truth

I spent my youth writing alphabet soup, the liquid is the flow and the mic is the spoon

Man, these bars too crowded, like too many words, not enough pauses between them

I ain't trying to be the loudest

It's not worth the hurt nor the cost of my feelings

My pen fused to my hands, I sense the room when I dance

And the tune like a cane to hold me up when I cramp.

And the views like a bruise and the screws loosen if I try to advance

Any move I make is worse than the last. In other words, the words are driving me crazy

Less score keeping, more Scorcese. Take my time when I direct my thoughts into a piece

Cause every beat deserves its place, that's why they pause it when I speak