4) Frustrated
Written by, Michael Lipset
Produced by Logan “Lokes” U’u for Sol.Play. Productions

Bay area style bass line with west coast stabs. Melodic synth in the background adds further dimension. Drum line has Midwest Hip Hop influences. Music builds slowly until the beat drops at 55 seconds. Musical breakdown on the third verse.

Put it all out there for you to take in…
When I buckle down, see there’s nothing on my knuckles now
Kicking down a different door, stripping down in front of the crowd
You see me? I’m not a different kind of dude
There’s a little bit of you in every single thing I do
Prone to letting my head get bigger than bobble
And my successes are chips, the more they stack the more they wobble
Police myself and the force is the Gestapo
Infamous for practicing unethical mottos
I don’t get humbled when I fail, when I fall I wont get up
I put that shit in my cocoon, crawl inside and soak it up
So when I emerge as a monarch, and shake off all the sedatives
I spread my wings and know that they were build from all my negatives
On my way to flight, I saw struggle as prerequisite
Let’s face it, still in my Wright brothers stage so get it kid!
Or dead it kid, and move the fuck on,
And dedicate it to those who helped you bring you along
I’m gone…

And isn’t it the way that we play?
Crossing the line until we only see grey?
I push you to the edge, but everything’s okay
‘Cause if you go, hope you know I’m never far away
And I don’t care who you are, I know that you’ve seen pain
And I may have done it, but you didn’t bring me rain
And even if you did, you probably made me change
Showed me how to flutter my wings, how to harness my reigns

This is it, envision me at my limit,
Wits end with my gifts that end wits in a minute
And isn’t the image vivid, I’ve wasted multiple hours
Debating how to empower the cowardess in my visage
‘Cause you get intimidated, admit it you’re such a cynic
First impression depressing the way that we could kick it
Like, “Damn, the kid looks powerful he isn’t down for the humble,
Arrogance in his gait so fuck his music.”
But yo, I’m livid and bruised, cooling the jets,
If only they could see me, truthfully see my intent
Then maybe they’d look into my eyes because instead
They see lies staring at pupils on the wings that I spread
The mechanism defense, the flare is more of a threat
Don’t fuck with the heart I’m beating I need to give it a rest
And only live for a season so season me with your best
And dress for the occasion cause every minute’s a test
With me…

And isn’t it the way that we play?
Crossing the line until we only see grey?
I push you to the edge, but everything’s okay
‘Cause if you go, hope you know I’m never far away
And I don’t care who you are, I know that you’ve seen pain
And I may have done it, but you didn’t bring me rain
And even if you did, you probably made me change
Showed me how to flutter my wings, how to harness my reigns

The breeze? Cool at the moment, see I’m ignoring the summer time
Plucking a feather never really hurt a butterfly
Embrace the darkness, you’ll never have to wonder why
You rarely get to smile when outrunning the sunrise

Cool at the moment, see I’m ignoring the summer time
Plucking a feather never really hurt a butterfly
Embrace the darkness, you’ll never have to wonder why
You rarely get to smile when outrunning the sunrise
Fly!

And isn’t it the way that we play?
Crossing the line until we only see grey?
I push you to the edge, but everything’s okay
‘Cause if you go, hope you know I’m never far away
And I don’t care who you are, I know that you’ve seen pain
And I may have done it, but you didn’t bring me rain
And even if you did, you probably made me change
Showed me how to flutter my wings, how to harness my reigns