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11 blogs - otis mensah lyrics

verse 1

“easy otis.. 
you slumping over  low with no phrenesis
you were supposed to blow – your flow’s the dopest
but you about to overdose with no wins
a full-time artist with no paid shows
you’re just a dozer who plays devoted

this life’s a roller coaster and even your mentor left you
your friends detest you
your pen’s a plectrum
you left test tube
you’ve strummed your last note, now your veins are black
‘trying to transform praying-hands to paying-fans’
like d-mn bro, you may as well hang.”

the page is blank

note to self
i don’t write these rhymes for riches, wealth or clientele
so supreme, i stay ghost and stretch to higher-self
i spent the year trying to be a star to tighten orion’s belt
dire straits
the fire felt make tires melt
on this road we ride
fortify for this cause of mine
tired eyes and contorted ties with industry reps
harness shattered pride and stints of regret
shadows and void, these ploys all in my head

in depth, axis to axis
mapping out internet-dreams
an everyday struggle;
it’s complex like knitting my genes
from a place where everything is promised but nothing is guaranteed
writing’s my vice;
my thoughts are noisey
painting colors on computer screens

how could it be? that this teen b-mping ‘be’
b-tterfingers can’t catch the vibe
as sick as bronchitis
ignore the signs in front of me
the needle drop but feeling lost
ain’t rapping about a bag rocks
just social-hurt, queasy-thought
rap turned me to a vagabond

contemplate in this djbooth, my for love of this deadendhiphop   priorities backwards, kris kross, caught in the pouring rain
the curtains close
i hit the fader, dazed
waving at pigeons & planes
ruminating and absorbing the pain
illuminating all my darkest of moments
exuding the shame
alluding my name

your sk!ll rudimentary
i wonder if we’ll see it through the century
b-mping roots like kunta kinte
don’t try condescend me
my list of worries lengthy
feeling flawed and empty like gravitational force against me

just trying to keep afloat and grip the pen to find atonement
what to do with 300 views? that shine is melanoma
fell for comas
comatose
cold toes chasing make-shift vision
i sculpt a plasticine prison
if spitting fire ain’t ‘a living’
i’ll burn it down with myself inside of it.  what to do with your opinions?
not in this for trinkets
trying to make impact
don’t diminish the reason i’m building
i’ve been in my feelings for a minute
übermensch and moving like an uber fam

nights in berlin
mind devices
mics alluring
fight the burning
hypothermia, mania while writing sermons
this life’s a whirlwind

yo intern, how do we translate that into german?

chorus

waving at pigeons & planes
ruminating and absorbing the pain
illuminating all my darkest of moments
exuding the shame
alluding my name

- otis mensah lyrics

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