Son Of Age - Looking for the Truth

I will tell you
This is going to be something special and we need a truly great leader now
I wasn't sure if I was going to like it
Let’s start this shit, hello
With the right words, we could spit a flow
Grab a girl by the pussy, whoopsie
Did I, just push the button, Donald? (No)
But in the game, it’s who diss first
And a frame of the murder
The fans and the verdict
The flames that engulf it
The fame that indulge it
But then again, I don’t follow that model
So, I’m just an angry bloke, with an empty bowl
With a hefty goal, may they behold, fee-fi-foo-fum
This sleeping giant when he woke (OH)
Listen to him when he spoke (DOPE!)
Flipping kids like he’s still young (BRO!)
Acting like he was kicking it infinity wars
Thinking he was like Star-Lord, thought he could make it
Like Star Wars, but instead he flopped onto the hard floor
Like no one threw him a dollar but the bottom of the barrel
Like his Hands Solo, but damn, he still onwards, to the Mordor
With a whole tour, to the Concourse, broke down front doors
With a blunt force, so gun-ho, like Frodo, throw the ring in a hot stove
I walked on that winding lonely road
With a pocket full of goals
Hunting down the pot of gold, For me
I do it for me, it is not for you
It’s not for the views, I’m looking for the
I walked on that winding lonely road
With a pocket full of goals
Hunting down the pot of gold, For me
I do it for me, it is not for you
It’s not for the views, I’m looking for the TRUTH
This is not the end, it’s the origin
Of this awkward kid, who is all screwed up
That is all chewed up, by school bullies and their fists (ooh)
Had enemies in his mist (ahh)
If he snapped back, he gets dissed (bah)
Then he grew up and he fought them until he was named as the only damn victor
Never the victim of fate, never faking it, aiming to making something out of this
And he’s taking an effort to placing the bullet in place, he’s telling himself
He’ll never miss
And all those times, he spends on, by his own, writing his damn poems
His rhymes, he’s going to get going, those lyrics, he jots, he sets on
A stack of notes, what he lacks though, is the fact all, his ethos
Has drove like a range rover, a quest for his craft yo, that’s love
On a pathos, in a sea of rap foes, let go
Therefore, he’s on a mission if he chooses to accept with an open ear
He got the memo and now, he wants to go beyond the atmosphere
I walked on that winding lonely road
With a pocket full of goals
Hunting down the pot of gold, For me
I do it for me, it is not for you
It’s not for the views, I’m looking for the
I walked on that winding lonely road
With a pocket full of goals
Hunting down the pot of gold, For me
I do it for me, it is not for you
It’s not for the views, I’m looking for the TRUTH
I walked on that winding lonely road
With a pocket full of goals
Hunting down the pot of gold, For me
I do it for me, it is not for you
It’s not for the views, I’m looking for the TRUTH

Written by:
Norman Nyigor

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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