Echo - Gon

Not only is it unfair

But I’m not having fun here

Sick of exchanging my deepest thoughts with your dumb stares

Times of my anguish, lie in my basement

Lights off, trying to recite rhymes in sign language

I’m anxiously pacing this room, standing obsolete

My hands are locked in grief

Even my shadows mocking me

Drink half the potion, wings snatched in motion

Manufactured hearts and shrink wrapped emotions

I have to leave this place, it’s evil how

The people who tend to speak the loudest always have the least to say

I am Jack’s smirking revenge

I am pieces of Jack, now wondering why paraffin never worked for me then

Conversing with pens

Complaining to myself about myself

About complaining to myself

About myself and so on

The rifle I blasted

It’s the same cycle I’m trapped in

Gettin sliced by the same insane psycho I laughed at

I guess, in many ways, MCing is the art of

Wasting one’s life complaining bout it

Till it falls crushed

Lower middle class to middle class

To skipping class, to spitting raps

To scribbling facts to build his track

Before my heart busts

If I ever reach the dream, I’ll let it Echo

Repeat the scene and let it Echo

If I ever need to leave, I’ll let it Echo

Please believe I’ll let it Echo

If I ever meet defeat, I’ll let it Echo

Delete the scene and let it Echo

If I ever cease to breathe, I’ll let it echo

Release the scream and let it Echo

I am no longer a scarecrow in a field of happy faces

But I must admit I love the rusted fist I ran away with

Pass my days counting pieces of my former mood

Giving pointers to the Roman guards that they’re sending in to torture you

Look for what’s hidden and stood reminiscing

All those times I nodded at you like I understood when I didn’t

Logic with half proof And I would not even

Conscious but can’t move Wanna stop breathing

He was stripped of his stones But I can’t stand the glass room

And then locked in a glass room That you all have locked me in

STOP IT!

I can’t dude

You dropped it?

I had to

I want a clean shot like getting popped in a bathroom

(…) by these damn Joes

No offered rest stops

Flowing with the energy that throws off your head box

Confused?

I will not sell style for commission

When in my day I’m already 12 hours in prison

It’s like…

If I ever reach the dream, I’ll let it Echo

Repeat the scene and let it Echo

If I ever need to leave, I’ll let it Echo

Please believe I’ll let it Echo

If I ever meet defeat, I’ll let it Echo

Delete the scene and let it Echo

If I ever cease to breathe, I’ll let it echo

Release the scream and let it Echo

She’s so hard to get attention from

He let his tension run

Loosened his ring to fight with his flaws and his resentment won

Self hate is the aftermath

Partly cause it’s pedigree and partly cause he’ll never be

The man that she would rather have

Invisible monster

Innocent militant feeling his heart thump in his neck

While her neglect’s ripping his ligaments

He’s sick of the show front

The whole public is rope judges

No, nothing, won’t budge

She don’t love him

So fuck it

Now he’s on some suffocating protest of air pollution

Wears his Prudence on his prosthetic passion to scare the humans

Compared illusions

Trying to convince himself that she don’t exist

But he’s too weak to smile, it’s easier to moan and bitch

Maybe he’d rather just dwell in her firm grip

Maybe he’s sick of talking about himself in third person

On the other hand, in this case the left one

I limp with a back full of blades

And a handful of breadcrumbs

Dropped them now I stand twerked

I wear my heart on my sleeve

But this Summer’s too hot to wear a damn shirt

Land hurt and fall victim

I know it’ll take more than beats

And words that rhyme to solve this one

If I ever reach the dream, I’ll let it Echo

Repeat the scene and let it Echo

If I ever need to leave, I’ll let it Echo

Please believe I’ll let it Echo

If I ever meet defeat, I’ll let it Echo

Delete the scene and let it Echo

If I ever cease to breathe, I’ll let it echo

Release the scream and let it Echo