(No Ratings Yet)Tracking back to 2009 with this one from Mole & Iris’ Clouds E.P. Featuring Dr. Syntax the track talks about our early rose-tinted views on life and the future and the harrowing realisation that perhaps life’s not like that. A…
IRIS
- Lost aspirations haunt my dreams,
- As I fall asleep,
- Clutch at straws, true to form,
- They fall short of reach,
- I wanted to hoard more than 40 feet,
- So no I thought it was sure to be,
- Small steps turn to enormous leaps,
- I can’t make the jump,
- Even though I’m charged like glasses when you raise them up,
- Constantly played the shmuck,
- Holding two war cards in my hand tighter than an army block,
- Praying I can make a trick once the other cards are flopped,
- At least I got my Queen of Hearts,
- And the little winter castle between the BP and park,
- I guess I was naïve at start,
- Thinking I would be a star,
- Like every kid thinks they’re special,
- A lone flower that grows amongst the stinging nettles,
- But in storms leaves you torn and my stings are settled,
- You can see we’re all the same,
- Trying to forge your fate at the best doesn’t yield any more mistakes,
- Grabbing opportunity before it’s drawn away.
VERSE 2:
MOLE
- Even when my body tells me to stop,
- And the healthy ? stops,
- You want me to listen to it,
- I still find that I’m driven forwards,
- Unperturbed by the force that I’m hitting brick walls with,
- Bitten more off than I can chew, but it’s important,
- That I don’t leave my plate or finish until it’s all gone,
- Living within a cauldron of spite and deceit,
- Which developed from the drive to achieve,
- See we’ve all got a goal,
- But if mine isn’t reached, I’ll be fine,
- I ask why do we do it?
- This tireless pursuit of future happiness,
- What few can fathom is,
- The pain and the change don’t fade,
- I’ve been feeling that acutely of late,
- Made some stupid mistakes,
- Mostly motivated by motivation,
- And the hope that if I don’t stop chasing,
- Somehow I can know what’s waiting,
- But if I gave myself a break from these Great Expectations,
- I could live what’s happening now.
VERSE 3:
DR. SYNTAX
- It’s the rapper with a false doctorate I’ve not been honoured with,
- Not the biggest scholar in the populous; it’s obvious,
- Did my swotting bit, but didn’t cop a proper job with it,
- Just one of those bods that doesn’t want to rot in offices,
- Logging documents making sure they’re copied onto disk,
- Never one to ponder this,
- Better to get on with it,
- Then again, how has it come to this?
- What a crock of shit!
- Not a man of modest wits,
- Still I’ll be honest kids,
- Whatever you long for, make sure you have a pop at it,
- Even if you don’t accomplish it, remain on it for the long hard slog,
- It beats being nondescript,
- Sometimes I wonder why I see prominence in hip hop’s abyss,
- When I swap with novices full of cockiness,
- Then again I see no wrong in this,
- This is what I’ve got to give,
- That’s why I stay rocking it.
CHORUS:
- ‘Cos if I dwell too long on what might have been,
- Well then I might not see what fate has in line for me,
- I’d rather take time and find my niche,
- ‘Cos if I dwell too long on what might have been,
- Life might pass by in its entirety,
- And in my mind that just seems like a crime to me.
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