Rah-C - The Process Lyrics

Walking with my head high
I can see that danger surround me
My girl tell me that I'm not the same way that she found me
Was in a bubble
Now I'm nothing short of trouble and I say it proudly
Cause yall devoutly on that egotistical hypocritical type of wave
Always looking for an issue cause the trauma been engraved in your rotten core
Common sense is not common
And to anybody wishing I'm forgotten, what you watching for?
We're passively consuming with intention on being rewarded
Artists selling struggle while they're secretly being supported
I can see my view of truth increasingly seeming distorted
Due to the freedom afforded by doing things how I see fit
Man, I've been through the ringer I dont need shit
And If you bring a problem you can leave it door
If you're not living true, you're not living anymore


I been yelling at the void with an anger that disrupts my peace
I've searched and destroyed to conduct my breach upon the subconscious
At the point that I don't care if anyone watches
Merely an expression of self
Within these drum pockets
In the struggle for wealth
We follow false prophets
And lose our essence of helping people we once promised
We would give our effort and love to
With wrong move suddenly I dont trust you

Reimagined a proper life now I'm working to keep it
It's more the people that we are when when we're moving in secret
That defines how we feel inside, am I being indecent?
Is the focus true to intention, has everything recent made it hard to bare what I feel on the frequent?
In need of peace of mind, Always trying to reach it
Deciding where to go and how to travel
Making sure the whole thing don't unravel

We make mistakes but we learn from em
We see escape when we burn something
But we earn nothing when we hurt ourselves in the process


Salivate for power like its gonna change my day to day
Without a deeper understanding ima stay this way
What is dismay? How does it work?
Why do I need to acquire to feel worth?
It's the dream that's been instilled
Since a problematic youth
My father had a habit more than casual abuse
When it came drowning sorrows in a mountain
Mixed with juice
Where my mother saw tomorrow as another new excuse


I studied her habits and saw the way she worked relentlessly
And how she tried her best to stay together mentally
And how she made sure that we were fundamentally
There to grow pure - it wasn't accidentally
I owe it all to mom
Whenever things are weighing on me
She's the reason I'm calm