All Most Nothing: In My Shoes [OFFICIAL VIDEO]

Описание: We're sooooooooo back. ;)

// SONG CREDITS //
Written by M. Lebron & MKR
Vocals by Alias The @ikt
Produced by MΔGE(𝑑) Khalil for Beats|Rhymes|Films™
Mastered by Glenn Schick for GSMastering
Guitars by Sean Kantrowitz

// VIDEO CREDITS //
Directed by MΔGE(𝑑) Khalil Ragab for Beats|Rhymes|Films™

// SOCIALS //
@allmostnothing
@aliastheaddikt
@x144live

// LYRICS //
Gray hairs in the goatee, nobody played fair with the OG’s
Take care, prepare it slowly
I see greatness in my future, that’s just gon be the old me
Callouses on my hands from what I’ve held up
Scars from what I’ve let go, guess I’ll get over the failures
Acceptance, hell yea
Lines around the eyes like the rings on trees, oh the tales it tells us
How much time I been robbed of getting held up
More snakes revealed, big picture getting scaled up
Take a couple steps back to see it all, be in awe
Free, at ease in all of these degrees that we evolved
A clear cause
Wisdom, knowledge, all of what I’m skilled in
A pillar of the scene, that’s why they call him (column) when they building
Went on a quest to be the best me, yes please
I been in the dungeons level grinding for some xp
There aint a masters degree that can fully capture the degree of mastery
I scraped and scratched to achieve
That aint come naturally, that’s sacrifice and lack of sleep
A knack, an aptitude, a passion to capture your dreams
That’ll get you jaded, a venerated veteran general decorated
Treated like you 2nd rated
I aint gon spend another second waiting, no hesitating
My only need’ll be finding that groove, let the record play this
No returning, aint no error in my era, yea the wheels gon keep turning
Determined, Preach sermon
Take steps at a steep vert and these knees weak, burning
Lot of things I used to know that I’m relearning, old head

Clothes hung up in the closet
Mud under my boots
Wash me clean of all this
The pain the stain, the days in my shoes

Fingers under the faucet
Til the red runs through
Wash my hands of all this
The drain, the shame, the days in my shoes

I confess my plight, yes my life went horizontal
Then I was just left to write
All the bad spots that occurred, it was fuel to me
Then I had a loss for words, like a eulogy
My whole 20s was dedication and discipline, lot of waiting and missing shit, look, I just wana live again
Be happy, lot of money’s not a requirement
I’m the opposite of a product of my environment
Daily dose of fighting like a vitamin
My dad died suddenly a few years prior to his retirement
See how things can shift suddenly? Totally, utterly?
I’m sure he had a lot of ideas what to do with his free time
Just gota get there, in the meantime we grind
Not even thinking you might not make it to reap the benefits
Peace is delicate, how infrequent were these developments
Life is temporary but family feels constant
Losing a parent feels like losing a part of your conscience
It’s like swinging around with no safety net
And you could go at any moment, no holding for atonement
Life can get strange, my dad had a heart attack
And later that year I start experiencing chest pains
Maybe that was something psychosomatic, manically tryna fight through the panic
Man they looking at me like some type of psycho, some addict
That don’t know right from a fantasy, frantic, just hype and erratic
Flame ignite and I fan it
Channeling the image it was bright then it vanished
Brain scrambled tryna see the bigger picture right through the static
I reached a different sphere of experience
It’s clear I don’t mirror the period, theories is curious, spirit is furious
But here he is
Flaws and all, scars and all, evolved it, followed a larger calling
But he called it off
Ruined the quest, I knew what was left to do with the rest
Assumed doom would consume him too soon
I stew on it less, don’t misconstrue it I’m blessed
I guess, honestly I’m just out here doing my best, Michael

Clothes hung up in the closet
Mud under my boots
Wash me clean of all this
The pain the stain, the days in my shoes

Fingers under the faucet
Til the red runs through
Wash my hands of all this
The drain, the shame, the days in my shoes

The blood is off my hands now
Dirt is out my clothes
The smell of regret on me
Remains, the stain, of days in my shoes

I prayed and I got silence
That’s an answer too
I made the sacrifices
We pay to play the game and not lose