Consensus - Quadeca, Peter Kuli

Think I’ve got a consensus, bein' lost in the trenches

Adolescent lessons expressin' God’s job is to tempt us

Makin' it hard to stay alive, it’s so easy to die

Makin' you hang your head low, but say, «Reach for the skies»

Life is a walkin' contradiction, I’ve seen through its lies

I’m just tryin' to tell the stories I’ve seen through its eyes

I feel I’m forcing and feeding of off reasons to cry

With all this fake deep bullshit, I’m too eager to try

Everybody sendin' blessings in need of reply

Tryin' to sell their own tears, for they bleedin', they dry

Fuck your demons inside, I’m in need of the, «Why?»

So I can summarize my life through my breathing inside

Like, oh well, I can say that I tried, yeah

Hopped in this life and I stayed for the ride

So many beautiful faces, but they vacant inside

And I’m just patiently waiting for the day I decide, yeah

This reminds me of days when I drive in L. A

I’m screamin', «Hi», to the sky with a smile on my face

Now I’m hidin' my face, I keep tryin' to trace

All the steps that I have taken to find my place

Swept out to ocean, so lonely waves feel like an embrace

Now I’m lookin' at my mic like it’s sent as a prophet

I used to be an atheist, but that turned me agnostic

Recently, I’ve been wondering if I’ve fuckin' lost it

See my friends from kindergarten go to rehab

That’s the type of shit that makes you think back

To simpler times, blissfully ignorant minds

Before reality would ground us, we would live in the skies

And as a- and as a kid, I never thought I’d be bein' like this (Nah)

And as a kid, I never thought this would even exist

I felt elusive, intangible, just steam in the mist

Now I’m wakin' up feelin' I ain’t even this shit

You only look at what you got once you see that it’s lost

And life’s too gradual for me to believe in my sauce

Don’t understand rappers braggin', «I got that paper on me»

Man, I got kids in schools who doin' presentations on me

So what the fuck you really value tryin' to take that from me?

To me, I’ll take that over Rollies and makin' some money

Rain or sunny, I’ma do this every day, I study

And write these lyrics till my brain is fuzzy, damn

Like Tyler Creator tweets, I just capitalize

These Romans tally up my hits with the capital I’s

This is a natural high

I see it comin' from afar, I’m still actin' surprised, but I ain’t mastered the

skies

I wrote this album so much passion, I actually cried

They think cause I was never trappin', my rap is a lie

They think 'cause I’m an awkward kid, I’m invalid

As DJ Khaled’s son receivin' a platinum plaque for bein' alive

Throughout half of my album, it wasn’t good enough

Shit, I mean it still isn’t good enough

I’m like an active volcano, I know I could erupt

But I guess I am not full enough, yeah

I swear the higher you get, that’s the lower you feel

Man, that’s more shit you gotta do, or you won’t get a deal

Man, that’s more shit you gotta prove, so they know that it’s real

30 seconds of listenin', thinkin' you know how I feel

Yeah, this a motherfucking thesis statement

Came a long way, I cannot be complacent

Every day I wake up stressed, I have to be the greatest

And if not, then that’s a day I truly feel I’ve wasted

Most of the pressure on my shoulders is comin' from me

So when I die, I know I left us with somethin' to leave

So when I wake up every day with someone to be, damn

I got so much shit I’ve- g-got to…

I’ve got somethin' to see?

I don’t fuckin' know, man

Shit

Hope that sounded genuine, because I meant it