This Too Shall Pass (feat. Accent & Polina Goudieva)

Accent:

The heart of this artist harbors a harshness

From horrible hardships so hardily harnessed

That are hardly harmless, he harps on his harvest

Dissatisfied with a lack of pride as he travels by harlem, the bronx and yonkers

On the mta with an empty page he wants to set ablaze

Cause every day the stressful rage so heav'ly weighs

His reddened face reflects the pain of what his pen won't say

Then a meshed array of senseless phrases 'gain send him astray

Things get in his way, the bus spouts some steam

Some get out and leave, others surround his feet

Mumbling now but he reluctantly scrounges themes

Which come from the childish dreams that smother profounder things

Such are the sounds they sing but window becomes a lens

Magnifier for passerbyers and so discovers them

The laughers, criers and clappers, sighers that both lift up his chin

And match his silence with raps that pry up his poetry's sunken gems

Coldly this one begins, from the darkest depths

He architects what starts with breath and marks his left arm's flesh

But hopeful this one will end, cause he's no longer vexed

He forms a set of sounds that stretch beyond his trip

Polina goudieva & accent:

This too shall pass, when ya day turns to night

Like nothing in ya life is goin' right

This too shall pass, when you trapped on a ledge

And you one step closer to the edge

This too shall pass, but lookin' out the window

When on a movin' vehicle is very beneficial

Feelin' better again is an achievable task

Like the scenery we see through the glass, this too shall pass

Kinetics:

Remember this when you are weaponless

A fresh breath of air for the preference of a pessimist

I press the restin' regiments to resurrect their weapons

Invest in a better destiny, never be rendered effortless

Whether or not the weather is temperature we envision

Forever we must be clever, endeavor for better livin'

And never be givin' in, i been livin' a smart vow

Ready to embark now, and get out of these dark clouds

So i take a journey worthy of murderin' all my worry

I'm perfectly purgin' all of my burnin' urges and fury

Lookin' out this bus window that's covered with all the flurry

Like middle fingers on television, everything i see is blurry

I start to meditate, movin' through the city

Take the loser and the pity, and removin' it within me

Therapeutic and a witty way of leavin' the past

I can breathe and relax, watchin' the scenery pass

And converse with the birds chirpin' dispersed on the earth's surface

Whenever the worst serpents emerge from the earth's furnace

Rehearsin' a verse first when the dirt and the turf worsen

Immersed in a curse worse than the birth of the first person

I burst with a verse first, whenever rain is above

Maybe i'll write some poetry to break the chains and the cuffs

The best lines i ever wrote were on a train and a bus

So i hop the subway when my brain's in a fuss

Yo public transportation is my love and inspiration

Took a drug and medication and confronted desolation

My man acc said it, i quoted it and promoted it

Wrote it into my motive and momentarily flow with it