It’s the Benchwarmer
Rhymes hot like fresh-to-order
Like someone pass the recorder
Lemme play Hot Cross Buns real quick
I drop a shot every time the clock go tick
Wrote this on my phone, no cigs, never touched a Bic
This straight from the heart like a clot did
On a enemy, clog then drop dead, a giant like Coughlin
Hit the post more than Instagram followers kid
Never thought I’d reference that
Cause I thought Facebook Messenger was where it’s at
2013, listening to Childish Gambi
Played the drums, wrote pop songs, still had hoop dreams
But it was all for naught
Bit of height and a jumper is all I got
Could hit that line with a dot, but I knew chemistry was not for me
I was end of the pine, both in class and the team
But when I got up off it, had MJ handles, foes hit the Smooth Criminal lean
I hit the 2K green
Only one way to do this
Swear if the moral’s true, that we gotta stay committed
Cause the city on the hill can’t be hidden son
How we get ourselves outta this one?
Great question
I best stop looking for answers and get to stepping
Only way to break the streak is to keep shootin
No problem losing a game or two, it ain’t death, it’s just the skin bruisin
I guess that that’s the real motive
Cause I don’t wanna be stagnant if things don’t keep flowing
Don’t plan to be all-knowing, no man can be omnipotent
But in pursuit of it, I’ll keep myself afloat for the moment
I’ll repetitiously kill it until I boost my reputation
And I’ll make the morning news the way I relay information
Til my soul drops, matter fact the heart stops
With a single sentence, the syllables punctuate the ending of a life
So I gotta keep my focus right and learn to stay present
You can have the heart of kings but the life of a peasant
It’s not what you have to say but how you said it
Put money on the one with the strong voice, yeah, I bet it
Mic check one two one two
It’s the man Joe Proulx breaking out real soon
Man, you said you a star? I’ll kick you straight to the moon with
The way I kick it, grab the guitar and play a few tunes
The way I stick it, you think I brought a bat to the booth
The way I hit it, you’d think the beats were scared out their boots
Okay I did it, massage out the knots, this is therapy
The way I bear it, the soul is the only thing to see
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