If I'm the one with pride
Did I say pride? I meant problem
Maybe it's a problem with pride
I am tired of this ride
I'm tired of this emblem
It's been burned on my chest
The emblem it feels like my own "A"
You got that reference, so you can help me
My intellect is in a war with my emotions
This problem runs deeper than skin
Runs deeper than colour
This problem here, runs cold
Cold, like the fresh spring
Hard, and makes everything else look easy
Rough, if touched one may bleed
This problem here is just a heart problem
No cure, it's just a melody
No time, it's just a concept
No rhyme, reason, or retention it's just a lost artifact
One, that if work is put in, it melts away like heavenly sin
Two, consistency births accountability because now it's more than just you
Three, can't you hear the drum
TURN IT UP! TURN IT UP!
