Small Fish

Small fish want a bigger pond
They aren’t thinking that I’m tall enough
To stand behind a fishing rod
The kind of vibe that they’re giving off
Is negative like a bank account that’s overdrawn
Some days, it weighs heavy on my every thought
How my growing pains were all about just getting lost
So close from far away, you can sing along
To all the things that I been going through and come across
Part of this whole art is not getting caught
When you dive into the unknown where you can belly flop
So get a life, suck it up, stop crying, grow a spine;
These are the type of things I tend to overanalyze
When the sky used to seem so blue
Before I knew the world or dealt with any real issues
My catalogue’s staying raw 'till I’m dead and gone;
Meaning with or without an audience, embracing me with open arms
Weak won’t do to see life through
You keep that mood, you can’t lose or need more proof
Got people saying, who Framework? I love that dude
He never made it. Life, man, can be so cruel
No telling what they’re gonna do to get more views
If I change their mental attitude that’s a huge breakthrough
And I am right where I belong, it’s working like a charm
Some say that I get too involved in each and every song, huh?
But anything I ever start I wanna finish strong
I am somebody that you need to keep your eye upon
Of all the names I’ve been called, Special Ed’s a fave;
To act as if that what they’re saying is, I got it made
Small fish want a bigger pond
They aren’t thinking that I’m tall enough
To stand behind a fishing rod
The kind of vibe that they’re giving off
Is negative like a bank account that’s overdrawn
Some days, it weighs heavy on my every thought
How my growing pains were all about just getting lost
So close from far away, you can sing along
To all the things that I been going through and come across
I am somebody you can reach out to
Talk with me 'till exhausted and feel more loose;
Who will tell you like a friend, don’t you lose your cool
Stressed to the max when you’re about to freak out soon, and I
Know about when the cuts are deep, words
Begin to fit together like a puzzle piece, yet don’t
Blow out your whole brain, Ernest Hemingway
Myself and others we can feel it like a ricochet
What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, you know?
But it may take a couple of years for you to heal from it though, so
While I’m here to do my thing, give it to me straight
Or l will leave you in the dust like a storage space
A lot of emcees need to be already gone
If they can’t make a head nod while the beat is on
Feeling strong, sweaty palms and spaghetti arms
Breathing harder than if they’re running a marathon
In the audience, worried that we’ll hit it big
Who haven’t heard of us to even know we still exist
That when I light them up like an arcade
No need to be afraid of such a beautiful outrage
What I’m saying their rejection isn’t punishing
Cause I don’t run with any crowd, I stand in front of them
And their tongue must be a part of their ass
How it’s spraying all over the place and full of crap
That they wanna turn me into how I’m being defensive
Or anything I said is just for getting attention
Reminds me of somebody who had no clue
Tried to break my memory bank, and left too soon
Small fish want a bigger pond
They aren’t thinking that I’m tall enough
To stand behind a fishing rod
The kind of vibe that they’re giving off
Is negative like a bank account that’s overdrawn
Some days, it weighs heavy on my every thought
How my growing pains were all about just getting lost
So close from far away, you can sing along
To all the things that I been going through and come across