This my motherf*cking awakening
Straight from the 902
I'm sick of chasing this mirage and behaving like I'm not
Made in images of god, it's like fame is a façade
And the praying for a spot on the stage is paying off but
I'm hanging by a straw, but I'm dangling off a wall
I apologize for vulgar rhymes, a dollar sign can alter lives and traumatize
I pulverized the proper lines for profit lines unauthorized
Colonizer talking like he's qualified to harmonize
Draw the line at modifying art of mine, commodify
My pens shaking
With temptations to send faces to enraging
Embrace it, I spend paper to rent hatred
Pen came with contempt for the rich neighbours
Ned Flanders
I've lost everything at hand
I've lost my mom
I've lost houses and bedrooms
And suburbs and communities and friends
All to f*cking stupid f*cking pills or drugs
And I'm f*cking done, like
I don't know where to go from here I have one last f*cking hope and it's this f*cking music sh*t
If this doesn't f*cking pay off I have f*cking nothing
I have nothing if this doesn't pay off
If this sh*t doesn't pay off, you know what?
I'll f*cking pop some pills, you know?
My vocal cords are shredding, I can't endure another f*cking second
Of being poor and second guessing if I'm more than regular
Accept the terms, respect me first, then death occurs, and I jet from earth
Lesson learned and I just reserved
My spot on the podium, I'm hoping I'm
Not just f*cking coconuts or smoking dope or opium
Snorting lines of sodium or forcing a utopia
'Cause when I stop and sit and ponder it, god reflects, I'm ultimate
No more hockey kids f*cking talking sh*t
Shot the prosperous, my chopper's communist
Somebodies hungry for some f*cking blood money
Make a puck bunny suck me for some drug money
f*ck money, the root of all evil
Root for me then of all f*cking people
Bitch
In G-Spac's song "Awakening," the lyrics express a sense of frustration and disillusionment with the pursuit of fame and success. The opening lines, "This my motherf*cking awakening, Straight from the 902," indicate the artist's determination to break free from societal expectations and find their true identity.
The lyrics convey a deep yearning for authenticity amidst the pressures to conform and chase superficial success. G-Spac criticizes the obsession with fame as a facade, stating that it feels like a mirage. He emphasizes the dehumanizing nature of the industry, where fame becomes a commodity that can alter lives and traumatize individuals. The artist acknowledges the struggle to maintain integrity in the face of profit-driven motives, rejecting the commodification and modification of his art.
The chorus reflects a personal struggle and desperation. G-Spac shares his experiences of loss, attributing it to addiction and poor choices. He acknowledges the destructive nature of drugs and pills, expressing his last hope lies in his music. The lyrics reveal a harrowing glimpse into the artist's vulnerability and the drastic measures he may take if his musical pursuits don't bring him the success he desires.
Overall, "Awakening" is a powerful and introspective track that explores themes of identity, disillusionment, and the sacrifices artists may face in their pursuit of recognition and fulfillment.
This my motherf*cking awakening
This is the moment when I finally become aware and conscious
Straight from the 902
Originating directly from the place with area code 902
I'm sick of chasing this mirage and behaving like I'm not
I'm tired of pursuing an illusion and pretending to be someone I'm not
Made in images of god, it's like fame is a façade
As humans created in the likeness of God, it seems that fame is merely an illusion
And the praying for a spot on the stage is paying off but
Although the effort and dedication in seeking a place on the stage are yielding results
I'm hanging by a straw, but I'm dangling off a wall
I am barely holding on, teetering on the edge
I apologize for vulgar rhymes, a dollar sign can alter lives and traumatize
I express regret for using explicit lyrics, emphasizing the power of money to affect lives and cause trauma
I pulverized the proper lines for profit lines unauthorized
I destroyed conventional lyrics to create my own for personal gain without permission
Colonizer talking like he's qualified to harmonize
Someone from a colonial background assuming they have the authority to create harmonious music
Draw the line at modifying art of mine, commodify
I establish a boundary against altering my artistic creations and turning them into commodities
My pens shaking
My pen trembles with anticipation or fear
With temptations to send faces to enraging
Faced with the temptation to provoke anger through my lyrics
Embrace it, I spend paper to rent hatred
I embrace this feeling and express it through writing, trading money for the ability to provoke negative emotions
Pen came with contempt for the rich neighbours
My writing is filled with disdain for wealthy individuals living near me
Ned Flanders
A reference to the fictional character known for his immaculate image and neighborliness, contrasting with the singer's anger and resentment
I've lost everything at hand
I have experienced the loss of everything within my grasp
I've lost my mom
I have lost my mother
I've lost houses and bedrooms
I no longer possess the homes and personal spaces I once had
And suburbs and communities and friends
Furthermore, I have lost the sense of belonging in suburban areas, communities, and friendships
All to f*cking stupid f*cking pills or drugs
All due to the consequences of using detrimental pills or drugs
And I'm f*cking done, like
I am completely finished and exhausted, feeling helpless and defeated
I don't know where to go from here I have one last f*cking hope and it's this f*cking music sh*t
I am uncertain about my future, placing my final hope in pursuing a career in music
If this doesn't f*cking pay off I have f*cking nothing
If my music career fails to bring success, I will be left with absolutely nothing
I have nothing if this doesn't pay off
My entire existence depends on the success of my music endeavors
If this sh*t doesn't pay off, you know what?
If my music doesn't succeed, guess what I will do?
I'll f*cking pop some pills, you know?
I will resort to using drugs as a means of coping or escaping reality
My vocal cords are shredding, I can't endure another f*cking second
My ability to speak or sing is deteriorating, and I cannot bear any more time in this state
Of being poor and second guessing if I'm more than regular
Living in poverty and constantly doubting my worth, uncertain if I am capable of being exceptional
Accept the terms, respect me first, then death occurs, and I jet from earth
Unconditionally acknowledge and honor my worth before my departure from this world
Lesson learned and I just reserved
I have gained wisdom from my experiences and now have control over my own fate
My spot on the podium, I'm hoping I'm
I am aiming for a position of recognition and success, hoping that I am worthy
Not just f*cking coconuts or smoking dope or opium
Not merely someone who indulges in trivial or harmful activities
Snorting lines of sodium or forcing a utopia
Engaging in the consumption of sodium-based drugs or attempting to create an idealized world through force
'Cause when I stop and sit and ponder it, god reflects, I'm ultimate
When I take a moment to reflect and contemplate, I realize I possess greatness within me, as if reflecting the image of God
No more hockey kids f*cking talking sh*t
I will no longer tolerate disrespectful comments from arrogant individuals, particularly those associated with hockey
Shot the prosperous, my chopper's communist
I attack those who possess wealth and success, using my metaphorical 'chopper' as a symbol of communism
Somebodies hungry for some f*cking blood money
Certain individuals are driven by their desire for immoral and controversial gains
Make a puck bunny suck me for some drug money
Exploiting a female hockey fan for sexual favors in exchange for money to support a drug habit
f*ck money, the root of all evil
I express disdain for money, considering it to be the source of all immoral and corrupt actions
Root for me then of all f*cking people
Support and believe in me, despite the fact that I am an unlikely candidate for success
Bitch
A derogatory term directed towards a specific individual, conveying anger or frustration
