Verisimilitude

Your quest to be best leaves you restless
Your mind’s insatiable, thoughts untraceable
For such a big dreamer, your view is insular
Think you’re an island, but you’re a peninsular
But I don’t know whether or not you’ve heard
The bird may no longer be the word (word?)
From the essays to the speeches that sway
Your mind is a complex web of intricacy
And a whole lotta shit you tryna say
(Tryna say)
You’ve considered it an aberration
Some have gone so far as to acquiesce
Your writing as some of the best
So when your mind is plagued with stress
What do you do? You decompress
You write and write until you can rest
You’ve written yourself outta bad times
With the stories, journals, and rhymes
When you aren’t writing
Feels like the better part of you is dying
(You is dying, you is dying, you is dying)

For something to appear real when it’s not
We call that a verisimilitude
Through your writing you can be the realest, dude
Your words, your thoughts, jot em down, just don’t make it crude
Leave enough that they want more
But give enough that they see more
Never throw your vocabulary out the door
When you’re down, write yourself off the floor

As we all have a capability of love and hate
The power to create lives within everyone
We don’t know if life revolves every sun, every star
When you create you take your mind to a place so far
There’s never an idea worth the discard
(No, no, no)
Don’t like your hand? Reshuffle your cards!
To create is to truly escape,
We tell made up stories about made up people in made up worlds
All to try to appease our sense of purpose
What (the fuck?)
Without stories, without creation, without these necessary lies
Our world would be a sad one of empty cries
The pen is your brush, take your time, don’t rush
And make the world your canvas, never put down the pen
If you do? Pick that shit back up again
(Up again)

For something to appear real when it’s not (not)
We call that a verisimilitude, (ooh)
Through your writing you can be the realest, dude (ooh)
Your words, your thoughts, jot em down, just don’t make it crude (ooh)
Leave enough that they want more
But give enough that they see more
Never throw your vocabulary out the door
When you’re down, write yourself off the floor