Now I could
Promise this
Promise this
Promise that
But
It would be obnoxious
If all I had was this rap
This pen + pad + this track
+ This little of city of Nap
That has really given me traction
Of speaking truth into action
Matter fact?
Wait
See it's really taking me back
Through all the procrastination
+ Circular conversations
And posturing at the station
Like 'gimme dap'
All I wanted was accolades
And several hundred stages
And plentiful numbered pages
Of staying where I'm at
Stuck without motivation
To quit all my contemplating
And running of simulations
Of bringing up my track
Record of past achievements
I needed a new bereavement
To kill off these inner demons
To leave and come back
Only to leave again
Like catching a second wind
But pardon myself again
I started looking back
With promise to gain a hold of the world
Then hook it, + bring it back
But, like...
Promises
Promises
Promises...
Now all I hear is
Promises
Promises
Promises...
Yeah, yeah
Promises
Promises
Promises...
All of these
Promises
Promises
Promises...