The pen functions like a form
I gotta feel it out
When words weather like a storm
I worry bout a drought
My brother told me to keep calm
And let the ceiling see your palms
Until you're open to it all
That's how I'm killing doubt
Pre-meditated
To hell with Satan
Through giving graces
Work ain't fulfilling
Like supervisors
I live to makeshift
A new perspective
What if the lesson
Lives in the tension
I'm miles away from where morale is
Like a new dimension
They worried 'bout a check
I'm checking how to build a pension
They worried 'bout the bars
I worry call don't mean reception
Can't worry about the world
It all will fall, that shit's depressing
When darkness pushing my buttons
That's how I know to press in!
How else I make enough to build a home in a recession
How else you stand firm in your faith when everybody questions
My daughter's following my actions, that's the loudest message
If this is my shot, I'm going off, and can't afford suppression
Wealth ain't a Porche or Lexus
It's access to growth and blessings
This passion; it grows and crashes
In waves like I'm Percy Jackson
Talking with Timmy bout acceptance
Why it's hard to fathom
What if my explosions clue me into where I'm splitting atoms
When Jesus took the lashes for me
Eye for eye, I'm swinging, batting
Clawing, grasping for control like I'm a frickin addict
Sometimes the season's gotta be hard
For it to soften your heart
I put in all the art so we peep THE PATTERNS
Sometimes the season's gotta be hard
For it to soften your heart
I put in all the art so we peep the patterns
When I am relaxed and rested,
It is easier to let things go
I am more flexible and less reactive
I don't need to push back
But I have the ability to observe calmly
And attempt to see the pattern
Rather than the problem
Isaiah Velez - THE PATTERNS Lyrics
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The pen functions like a form
I gotta feel it out
When words weather like a storm
I worry bout a drought
My brother told me to keep calm
And let the ceiling see your palms
Until you're open to it all
That's how I'm killing doubt
Pre-meditated
To hell with Satan
Through giving graces
Work ain't fulfilling
Like supervisors
I live to makeshift
A new perspective
What if the lesson
Lives in the tension
I'm miles away from where morale is
Like a new dimension
They worried 'bout a check
I'm checking how to build a pension
They worried 'bout the bars
I worry call don't mean reception
Can't worry about the world
It all will fall, that shit's depressing
When darkness pushing my buttons
That's how I know to press in!
How else I make enough to build a home in a recession
How else you stand firm in your faith when everybody questions
My daughter's following my actions, that's the loudest message
If this is my shot, I'm going off, and can't afford suppression
Wealth ain't a Porche or Lexus
It's access to growth and blessings
This passion; it grows and crashes
In waves like I'm Percy Jackson
Talking with Timmy bout acceptance
Why it's hard to fathom
What if my explosions clue me into where I'm splitting atoms
When Jesus took the lashes for me
Eye for eye, I'm swinging, batting
Clawing, grasping for control like I'm a frickin addict
Sometimes the season's gotta be hard
For it to soften your heart
I put in all the art so we peep THE PATTERNS
Sometimes the season's gotta be hard
For it to soften your heart
I put in all the art so we peep the patterns
When I am relaxed and rested,
It is easier to let things go
I am more flexible and less reactive
I don't need to push back
But I have the ability to observe calmly
And attempt to see the pattern
Rather than the problem
I gotta feel it out
When words weather like a storm
I worry bout a drought
My brother told me to keep calm
And let the ceiling see your palms
Until you're open to it all
That's how I'm killing doubt
Pre-meditated
To hell with Satan
Through giving graces
Work ain't fulfilling
Like supervisors
I live to makeshift
A new perspective
What if the lesson
Lives in the tension
I'm miles away from where morale is
Like a new dimension
They worried 'bout a check
I'm checking how to build a pension
They worried 'bout the bars
I worry call don't mean reception
Can't worry about the world
It all will fall, that shit's depressing
When darkness pushing my buttons
That's how I know to press in!
How else I make enough to build a home in a recession
How else you stand firm in your faith when everybody questions
My daughter's following my actions, that's the loudest message
If this is my shot, I'm going off, and can't afford suppression
Wealth ain't a Porche or Lexus
It's access to growth and blessings
This passion; it grows and crashes
In waves like I'm Percy Jackson
Talking with Timmy bout acceptance
Why it's hard to fathom
What if my explosions clue me into where I'm splitting atoms
When Jesus took the lashes for me
Eye for eye, I'm swinging, batting
Clawing, grasping for control like I'm a frickin addict
Sometimes the season's gotta be hard
For it to soften your heart
I put in all the art so we peep THE PATTERNS
Sometimes the season's gotta be hard
For it to soften your heart
I put in all the art so we peep the patterns
When I am relaxed and rested,
It is easier to let things go
I am more flexible and less reactive
I don't need to push back
But I have the ability to observe calmly
And attempt to see the pattern
Rather than the problem
Writer: Isaiah Velez
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