Talking To Myself In Anthem-
120 on the freeway talking to myself,
Giving up on love , my heart been broken so many times.
When I fall , I fall alone.
Another summer I’m cold. Some nights my heart feeling like stone…
It hurts every time my heart gets involved…because I know a lot of people are so far behind from an old soul like mine, I’ll be waiting decades before they evolve.
It hurts to know the only time sometimes I feel alive is when I hear my mom‘s voice. I can only imagine if she wasn’t here. I know my mind would be everywhere and far beyond. and I know I’d end up down there. Is it horrible that I know she’s my heartbeat, you can’t tell me she’s not my Donda.
In a city full of lost angels. I just want to be a God of shine.
Why do I always feel so wrong to be confident and speak so strong. I know my money keeps stackin, and more commas. I know my talent is far beyond. but when I speak about it always feels so wrong.
All the faith and love I have with God but
Something in me feels like I’m in dark clouds, like I’m undercover, like I’m living a double life.
Funny and comedy to many. But I’m always quiet about everything I know and the women I love. Nobody really knows me. I am the unknown. I pray for one day the world can see what my rare eyes see. I pray my knowledge is spread in love and not power. When I’m in a room full of people, I get stuck, I still feel alone. Strange feelings every time, like the tingle when I hit my funny bone. My soul telling me, Nothing but corrupted minds. I zone out and my mind dumbs down. It gets lazy. But I know some people are comfortable in what they know and not everyone is prosperous.
I have never really been all of me…around anybody! So many different opinions about me and I think that’s what drives me so crazy . because I know not everybody really knows me. That drives me crazy. I’m trying to be a better man and not let those things phase me.
“The Mind of Lorenzo”
Who are you really? Who is behind the mask that you show to the rest of the world?
If anyone were to ask these questions to me, I can answer in a heartbeat. Am I the crazy one to know I’ve rehearsed this answer a hundred times in the mirror? And as many times as I rehearsed it I know I wouldn’t give the same response. I’d only speak from the heart and how I felt that day; I know I’d read the energy in the room. I know I am The Rare Eyes, I am TRE.
What is holding me back from being the person I want to be?
That is the next question that ponders my mind. I just can’t answer it a hundred percent. I always get stuck in the same spot of trying to put so many reasons into one answer and I can’t get to the root of the issue and answer.
What’s stopping the world from seeing who I am is the question I want to be answered. Maybe that’s when I will be who I want to be. And everything will fall into place gracefully.