Annakin Slayd Lost In The Pages Lyrics

Verse 1: Outrider
How did we get here?
I used to sleep on the streets of this city
My poverty was legendary chasing my dreams
At the height of my youth I spent my time in the booth
I think you understood what all this means to me
I never really wanted fame in its entirety
All I really wanted was a quiet notoriety
People always tell I'm the GOAT, every word is a quote
But I could never sell my art, that's the irony
Started contemplating whether I should quit
Cause I gave it all I had and I never got shit
And there were times when I came so close to my goals
In the moment It almost felt like I made it
I've been humbled by the knowledge of self
I made music for my soul not to sit on a shelf
I use art to lift up all he people around me
Because it's obvious to me that these people are drowning
So I'll be the inspiration that never dies
The architect who builds himself from his designs
I put in these years blood, tears and sweat
So I could be there to remind you when you forget

So if this isn't real
Why's it all that I feel
Why does it course through my body like the blood in my veins
I was born with this feeling with the pen and the pad I get lost in the pages
There were times I came so close
There were times I thought that I had made it
Now that the window's closed
Is the irony that I got lost in the pages?

Verse 2: Annakin Slayd
Yeah I was the type of man who stepped up with the stakes up
And every time they beat me down I kept my face up
I used to not give a f*ck if my work got praised up
Now I'm complaining that they never bring my name up
I've always faced conflict ready to kiss and make up
Then why is the vibe of this album feeling like a break up?
They say the fewer the men the greater share of the honour
And now, most of my contemporaries are goners
Yeah that's something but I dont hold my manhood cheap
All I know is that not everyone can stand the heat
The irony is I'm the one putting honour to the name
And you're the ones puttin' the whole culture to shame But you're the ones that they keep massaging for fame
How can I finish this chapter, when I'm lost in the pages

So if this isn't real
Why's it all that I feel
Why does it course through my body like the blood in my veins
I was born with this feeling with the pen and the pad I get lost in the pages
There were times I came so close
There were times I thought that I had made it
Now that the window's closed
Is the irony that I got lost in the pages?

Verse 3: Outrider/Annakin Slayd
I never had a contract, I gave zero f*cks
Always kinda fell like it was never us
Never found a suit I want to sell my soul to
Why would you give them the consent to control your words
I look back on my life and it blurs
I think of my experience and it could have been worse
But I've always been curious; If you make it and it works
When they change who you are does it hurt?
You see it's not that I don't want success, I want what's best
All I ever really wanted was respect
But the pain I recall makes me question my resolve
Now I'm wondering if everything I did was a test
It's like the events of your life are just a tale to be told
Breathed in when you're young and exhaled when you're old
I'm failing to grab hold, slipping through the cracks
Like a wrinkled spine of an over read paperback
I finessed my songs so they could understand ‘em
The same public who made Hallelujah a Christian anthem
Is this reflection or failure projected
Or am I blaming society for my rejection
I walked the road, I knew the cost
Cherished the wins, lamented the loss
If this is the deal, I relearn how to feel
Till the pages of my life become real

There were times I came so close
There were times I thought that I had made it
Now that the window's closed
Is the irony that I got lost in the pages?
There were times I came so close
There were times I thought that I had made it
Now that the window's closed
Is the irony that I got lost in the pages?

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