From My Window

From My Window (从窗户里) - Gowe

They say that music is a reflection of the heart yeah

And my soul is entrenched into the arts there

So regardless of my rhyme schemes or flow

For this record

I take the lessons from my life and write

Life with this second itself

It's so simple but it's hard for me to understand

Plans that are beyond my comprehension

My mom used to love the fact

That I played on the keys

But the second the piano spoke life

And became my degree

It had to stop why because it didn't fit right

Count the endless nights

Where the whole dream was a fist fight

Enticed by the immigrant mindset it's sick ridiculous

Beats that I played stayed in my mind state intrinsically

And then the passion became my whole symphony

I felt the words lift off and became hymns to me

And so I patiently paint pain on my page of beats

Pacing back and forth

While this whole port wrestles by the sea

They say that music's a gateway to the soul

When I remove any blocks that'll chop me down

I blossom with benevolence I could sit here for hours

Paint the whole town from my window

Oldies on blast with a gold jam that'll spin slow

I bump that nujabes jazz hop 'til infinity

Until my interest it enters into the energy

Integrated with matrix slated tasted so fragrantly

In the face of tazor razor blading until it's safe to see

Or maybe just to breathe

I often ponder on pour sales artistically

It doesn't register steer clear of the talented

Right into the vandalists stay paid for the damages

What I guess my mindstates irrational

I thought heart was needed

And real art was the natural course

And then the flavors would pour out with my brothers

I love my sisters this whole piece is a picture

They say that music's a large part of our lives

Survival of the fittest when I get pushed

Into the brim of my existence

Intrinsic alone when it's me I and my headphones

I take trips where I grip on

When I tread low I see

The medicine labeled on it is 'heaven sent' thinking back

On my genesis slipping back on the elements of what

Is comfortable growing up feeling negligence

Papa would strive for excellence artists were always prevalent

And so I learned what was taught inside of illmatic

A pen as an automatic with portraits as painted classics

I had to begin the story of an immigrant Asian American

Intelligent aided but ain't it so relevant

I mean I'm sick of performance when I've earned

The proper letter grade traded my ocean of affection

Pouring out of me how do I hide this side of me

Patiently walking quietly baby I feel you mightily