Legible, Locksmith - V12 lyrics

I guess this is it
The final verse on this album
Where I get all personal
And tell you I’ll be back
For revenge- But nah how ‘bout I don’t?
How ‘bout I tell you why this album
Is the last that I’ll pen?
How ‘bout instead I tell you why me and
Music are going in
Different directions lately?
Could tell you that the public
Was meant to hate me
Separating Needs from wants
Looking back on decisions to
Consider the cost
Gettin’ lost at every simple thought lately
I’m checkin’ out- My memory bank
Will need direct deposit's
Thinkin’ in the box
I hate to admit a loss but-
This album got me thinkin’: Could


I have been farther
Along in life if I made different decisions?
See, My friends have houses
They're having kids now
And suddenly this world of music
Isn't looking so big now
I can't help but scrutinize what
I writ down Cause
I feel as if I've wasted time on music
So on bigger things I've missed out
That's why I got caught up in
Making it perfect Cause if
I'm sacrificing all these choices this
Album better be worth it
But, I don't think I'll ever reach that
Point so even if it sounds wrong
I'll settle Cause time is slippin'
And it'll be gone forever
Now I'm at the end of this album
Unsatisfied with how it turned out
And I'm never gonna get back
Those opportunities I turned down
If I had a choice, I’d still rap
Never got burnt out had to learn how to turn
Doubts to words found
Every verse sounds the same
When it’s arranged, off of the page
Can’t switch up my flow
Hole is getting smaller on my birdhouse
Too afraid to look out at the world now
Too many things that I’m unsure ‘bout
That's a sure route to the bottom
Don’t know if I earned fans or bought ‘em
How could someone sit and enjoy
Me spittin’ this noise?
Issues to face twoface
At the flip of a coin I
Wonder how I got them Gotham
My mom saved a box of the
Clothes I wore as a baby
Didn’t wanna find out that on the top she
Wrote: 'give to Zach when he grows up'
And the box is mine now
I have to come to grips with the fact
That I’m not 8 or 9 now i’m twice that
So now I’m striving to make
My remaining time count
And music ain't a part of that
Yeah- Music ain't a part of that
Wonder why I was ambitious when I started rap
Now I struggle to even start a rap
Spent all this time writing just for
Them to call it trash
Put my work into these songs
Just to watch ‘em crash
No eggshells under me
I’m walking on shards of glass
I couldn’t accomplish my dreams and
That’s hard to grasp
Think I’m onto something just to find
That hundreds already thought of that
Ridiculed because I didn’t have
A darker past, so I chose the harder path
What’s the point of all this? I’ll just
End up another car that crashed
Or an old man with no family
That has a heart attack
5 years after I’m gone there won’t
Be a single thought of Zach
And my music that didn’t make it
Will be all the past i’m packing it up
Put my discography in a garbage sack
Sling it on my back and walk out
Hoping not be be bothered yeah
I didn't get a break and no
One heard my call for help
So I’ll have to learn how to
Enjoy my thoughts all by myself
But Usually I get a feeling
Get my pad and go crazy
But nowadays I can’t verbalize
What’s been happenin’ lately
So this is the first and last
Album you'll hear from Zachary Brede
My father used to fix up broken
Cars back in the 80’s
He saw the frame and instantly
He had a vision after all the cosmetics
His last step was the engine
He rebuilt that engine from the bottom
Till it was running and
Suddenly his project that he created
In his head was finished
I apply that to the writtens
That I penned when
I was supposed to be doing Apex courses
Writing dozens of songs spending
Hours changing, morphin
’ Reworking them from the bottom till the
Idea in my brain became a portrait
The day I recorded Program was one of
The best days I can remember
That’s when I realized
That these lyrics in my head manifested
Into something before my eyes
So I starting writing more
And realized that I
Can't afford it So with every paycheck
I saved a portion
Looking back at this album, I know I Paid a
Fortune But the money doesn't
Matter to me now
It's just straight enjoyment
Never had dreams of one day
Performing And it's been
Years since music has felt
In any way important
I just wanted to verbalize the
Thoughts and every single dream
I ever had and I think I did that
But when I'm looking in between
I see my father fixing
Cars and try to picture that feeling he had
When he finally turned the keys
And that engine started
And everything he was working
For became complete yeah, became complete
I know the future can’t be seen
What my future holds? I don’t wanna
Have to wait and see
So even though I could do more
I think I'm at peace
Cause as long as my car is running
One engine is all I need prehook
And Music ain’t a part of that

The Enemy, Enemy is Inner peace, inner peace
Remember please, all these melodies I wrote
In my half empty glass still
Trying to stay afloat