The End (feat. Taelor Gray)

[Christon Gray]

The End

Talk to 'em, Taelor

[Taelor Gray]

They say I should feel fortunate

But man, I don't feel fortunate

It's not a real smile if you're forcing it

Face made of porcelain, life disproportionate

I'm not your typical artist

Rapping part time while I'm tip-toeing the margin

This is dire [?]

We're getting white garments and vanish like Carmen

San Diego, poking out Horus

Sans Diego, more like Dora

Exploring, the latter from the former

Wanna see the end? Need more than the Torah

So what keeps you awake?

Think the end is looking like Super 8

You better wake up, smell the espresso

The Son of God's coming and the Heavens' got an echo

[Christon Gray]

Let me talk to 'em

By no stretch of the imagination am I half man half amazing

Could have been all of that and more, had I chased it

So glad I waited but why, navigating the sky

Tryna find home, I feel homeless

They are so above the radar

While I'm somewhere way far below it

Just coasting

Man, I be wishing that I had what they had

To complete the vision

But maybe it's the vision that completes me

Only time can tell

I'm doubting that notion, cause time don't speak

So I'm laying in the corner, praying my eyes don't leak

For real

And from Pharell to the Dilla

Had me producing from my soul

Looper cyclone moving me

Through what Moses collected

I'm just hoping for that Golden Globe of acceptance

Maybe they'll feel me, my motive is reckless

But I reckon that the moment that's present never compares to the goal

And that globe that glitters ain't always gold

Rather new wine, poured into the old wine skin

Why then is my soul downtrodden?

High school dreams of being on Soundbombing

And the maybes that followed

But answered by the call God gave me to follow

The scroll God gave me to swallow

Maybe it'll never be big business to you

But as long as it's my Father's, it's bigger than you

Maybe I'll give it a few more tries then say my final adieu

Or maybe this is bigger than music

Maybe I'm crazy for thinking that the time gon' come

When the world's record breaks, and mine don't budge

Singing good morning forever, shine on sun

Maybe the race ain't over, so I'm gon run

Yeah, I'ma run like Reverend

But what if they ain't know of my beckoning

Well, so be it, I'm vehemently pressing in

Till the end

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