It's Okay Kid - Dead Silent

It’s okay kid

Ain’t nobody worrying about you

They said you’re gonna make it

But you’re the only one who’s gonna make it true

I’m out here feeling like a lost soul in a sea of hot flows

Only looking to do something more than rot slow

In a city that is not known

So it starts to feel impossible

Never a moment that is not dull

Flow sicker than a Midwest nostril

You want a CD? I got lots sold

Driving round in circles, hitting every single pothole

Everybody’s got a story to tell

Welp, I guess I was the plot hole

I just want a plot twist, but it feels like it got missed

Nah, I need to be honest

My first album flopped and I got pissed

Chapter One, yeah that was too conscious

Nah, I just wasn’t big enough to drop it

Dope songs but did not profit

Back then my fan base did not exist

I had a lot to fix

New habits that are hopping ship

Mind stops and drifts

Next album will be hard to miss

And I promise this

Car parked in this lot, and I sit here all night

Forgot the model but it’s alright

New pad and it’s all white

New year, new lines, pen feeling like a small knife

Mind is still a prison, though I posted bail

New stories that I hope to tell

Minus a couple things that I won’t detail

Nah screw it, Imma ride it till my train of thought’s broke

But it won’t derail

The rap game’s in a dry spell

Putting garbage on a high shelf

Your favorite rapper’s got a white belt

Said you’re cold but you came with some ice melt

Wish I wasn’t kidding myself

It’s okay kid

Ain’t nobody worrying about you

They said you’re gonna make it

But you’re the only one who’s gonna make it true

And I feel like I swim in this sea of hate

Maybe I’ll disappear

And it’ll dissipate all the negative thoughts that I instigate

Friends sorry that I left you in disarray

No, let me reiterate

Wrote Chapter One but I skipped a page

Never did I indicate that I missed the initial weight

When I dropped the submission date

Cause I had so much left to say

Should’ve left it at the prison gate

But it’s more like a circus, I should’ve charged you admission rates

Smooth way for me to mitigate

Guess I never knew how to communicate

Had friends, had a group of 8

Solid unit that you could never duplicate

But so delusional, like toxins ready to be fumigated

Too fixated on rumors hanging

Cut em off, I thought I’d feel way more rejuvenated

Feeling juvenile, sitting here in this useless basement

I know they’re not, but my rhymes feel super basic

I just wanna play on newer stages

Feel like a bad doctor, cause I’m losing patience

I know I’m in control of my life, but I’ve felt like a viewer lately

Never been a firm believer but I’ve been hoping that my karma is gonna soon

repay me

Been in the same places you’ve been lately

Do I feel like a loser? Maybe

Who can blame me?

Winner or not, man who’s debating?

But I gotta go my Uber’s waiting