Just a Second - Lyrics
“Went from ignorance in bliss into ignorance in this.
Now I mumble all these words like a poet and shit.
And, then you study what you heard like you know it and shit,
Just to stutter to the world a courageous little bit.
Set the proxy upgrade, level up to next phase.
With a terabyte, you find, elevated center stage.
Got a low tune, leaving not a one behind,
Who am I kidding, man I’m the one behind.
Talk about a conscious wave; everybody sways the same.
Got a deficit, they say, and it won’t just fade away.
Take today, hindsight; everything’s in earshot;
bottle it up, opt-out, it’s not eavesdrop.
But, I got to lock a secret, write it pop it in a tune,
drop it to a beat and leave it, maybe you think I’m a; maybe I think I’m a...
Does it even matter?
No, never mind, I guess, yo, it doesn’t really matter.
Got a five-cent soul, and I’m five seconds old.
Got a parable or two, and a metaphor for gold.
Found a kingdom in the truth, there’s a sense or two untold.
Taste the smells, feel the sound; the sixth sense will unfold.
From ignorance in bliss into ignorance in this;
Now I mumble all these words like a poet and shit,
And, then you study what you heard like you know it and shit,
Just to stutter to the world a courageous little bit, yo.
——
Got a five-cent soul,
Spent the change from the dollar.
Got a twenty-cent brain,
Thirty cents on my collarbone.
Got a sentence for my senses, own,
Present tense is just the essence;
Home, yo, it’s my body that I’m in;
Forty-five cents, spent one five for a win.
Now, I gotta lock a secret, write it pop it in a tune,
Thirty cents and I can keep it;
That’s a hundred through and through.
That’s a hundred for this life, that’s a hundred day and night,
Multiply that all that shit by the effort that I utilize.
What’s a million in the hand, just a penny no façade
What’s a lifetime to a man, but a second to a God.
One, just a penny for the truth,
Just one, second till the times absolute;
But, times a little fickle gotta put it in a jar,
Emphasize it just a little, there’s no truth among the stars.
——
Yo,
I’m five seconds old;
Yo,
With a five cent soul.
Got a parable or two,
And, a metaphor for gold;
Found a kingdom in the truth,
The sixth sense or two untold.
Yo,
I’m five seconds old;
Yo,
With a five cent soul.
Got a parable or two,
And a metaphor for gold;
Found a kingdom in the truth,
The sixth sense will unfold.
——
Talk about a conscious wave; everybody sways the same.
Got a deficit, they say, and it won’t just fade away.
Take today, hindsight; everything’s in earshot;
bottle it up, opt-out, it’s not eavesdrop.
But, I got to lock a secret, write it pop it in a tune,
drop it to a beat and leave it, maybe you think I’m a; maybe I think I’m a...
Does it even matter?
No, never mind, I guess, yo, it doesn’t really matter.
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Got a five-cent soul,
Spent the change from the dollar.
Got a twenty-cent brain,
Thirty cents on my collarbone.
Got a sentence for my senses, own,
Present tense is just the essence;
Home, yo, it’s my body that I’m in;
Forty-five cents, spent one five for a win.
Now, I gotta lock a secret, write it pop it in a tune,
Thirty cents and I can keep it;
That’s a hundred through and through.
That’s a hundred for this life, that’s a hundred day and night,
Multiply that all that shit by the effort that I utilize.
What’s a million in the hand, just a penny no façade
What’s a lifetime to a man, but a second to a God.”
- Kilgore, M., (2018)
