Sticks & Stones Video (MV)

See I'm a confident, independent and transcending individual
A rather splendid apprentice but not quite at his pinnacle
But I'm attentive to the sentences I'm mentioned in so typical
Why is it every time I'm writing rhymes I wonder why
I'm scraping down my mind and racing to only find
That I'm the type of guy that cares for opinions
That cares for attention that cares for the mentions
That cares if you listen but dares to do the dissing
But bare with me a minute I'm scared to do my mission
Cause there is something missing ain't prepared for these conditions
Nah I'm always worried what the people might say
So I always scurry just to try and make they day
And it's really like a plague thinking of words to play
And on the topic of words those things can really hurt
Like putting eyes in dirt cause you just don't see your worth
You feel so alone even at home and you always blow composure
Cause these sticks and stones may break your bones but these words they screw you over
That's might as well be my entire life's motto
A bitter pill to swallow make my heart feel like it's hollow
Like I'm in a cold place of that sad arevalon
Feel like a Desperado lost adrift inside the cosmos
Wondering if I can make, or maybe even almost
Cause I'm a sensitive and tentative representative of rap
That wants to benefit from the elegant elements that I have
But I'm high-strung with a tied tongue that I sprung with words unsung
Cause I know that I brung this psychological overhung
I'm too scared to speak don't know what's going on
Just know that I'm trying to be the one that overcomes
I'm too scared to speak don't know what's going on
Just know that I'm trying to be the one that overcomes yeah
But I'm always focused on everybody else's thoughts
Try and make a move show em all just what I got
Try and spit something hot when I know that I'm not
But I give it a shot cause what's the worst that can happen?
I end up inside a dumpster? Sadly happily scrapping
I mean I know I'm not staking my entire life's saving
Not that it's much but that's not the point that I'm making
I'm saying that I'm slaying the positive mind I created
"Integrated frustration," "sophisticated invasions"
And "Illusionary inscriptions" are my mind's definition
And now I'm soulfully hitting with all these woeful encryptions
To my own cerebral cortex that throws me inside a vortex
Where I make some sore texts that I may deplore next
But too soon they forget and turn me to a silhouette
There selection of negligent messages effecting more than one would probably reckon
But still I feel so blessed to be someone that's been destined
To have his head crested for pushing through all the negative
Or at least I hope so after all that I'll forgo
But the future's untold
But that doesn't change the momentum of my name
Eventually I'll see the man that Janté became
Hopefully I'm unashamed and my confidence sustains
To overthrow these insecurities that hurriedly worry me
And turn obscurities to purities with each word that I'm murdering