Anarchist Finch - Whispers

Call me Jack Monroe 'cause I ain't got a home
Call me James Howlett, I do a lot alone
Call me-
You don't wanna know, aye

I'm writing this to try and put my mind to rest
'Cause I can't turn it off, can only keep it quiet at best
It stays up later than I do; it's affixed by love
It's on a long-term quest to find you
But I've given up
I'd write daily in hoping that you would hear it
Understand I flow for you
And then join me as kindred spirits
But you never listen to the lyrics
Put all of this effort into making sure that it's clear
I always feared that you would hate the way it's written
But if you hate my rhymes
At least that means you've given them a listen
My biggest fear now is no one hearing when I spit
'Cause if it falls on deaf ears
Then there's no reason to persist
And I don't wanna get ahead of me
That's my problem, I guess
I can never seem to let it be
I thought I had the key
But someone stole it for their ketamine
I hope my aspirations and my dreams
May ever rest in peace
I'm blessed to bleed
I just wish there was less demand
It gets the best of me
I swear one day I'll have the upper hand
It's off topic, I understand
But it's a known fact that if I' running scared
Then I become a hunted man
So no wonder I feel like I fake bravado
Man it's hip-hop
You're tough or you never will be a star
Though I guess that I'm still writing
So maybe I've got some spark
But I'm feeling faker than ever
Despite my words from the heart

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