Calloused Mind (feat. Riddles & Adam Yund)

Intro (Youngblood II):

I do not seek comfort

Solace is so soulless

I am free and unencumbered

Fortune favors boldness

Here we go

Verse 1 (Youngblood II):

I’m done laughing at jokes that aren’t funny

Shed the tears and the sweat now it’s time to get bloody

Cut the safety net, time to place the bet

In the center of the table and collect all the money

I’m done giving a goddamn

Straight madman bout to go jon hamm (h.a.m.)

With the confidence of a conman, make em feel the

Wrath on the track (trek) like i’m kahn, man

I’m tired of these motherfuckin snakes on this motherfuckin

Plane of existence, insane from daily

Resistance, try not to stoke the urge

With one lingual stroke doubters triangle choke on

Their words, absurd how i flip and swing

A track upside down like it was stranger things

Let go my ego and the danger that it brings

Then i attack and take the world by the strings

Only limitation is the constellations

Walking incarnation of world domination

With an inclination for self immolation

Pure desire lit afire with inspiration

I’m done telling the same stories mandatory

Oratory reliving past glory past forty

Nostalgia is played out, my path is laid out

Now i take flight and ignite before i fade out

Slay doubt, with a aggression i assault

Question the default, professional results

Obsession to a fault, passion’s like a cult

With discretion i exalt these possessions in my vault

Halt, take a moment to reflect

I am fairness, i am loving awareness, i am respect

Stream of consciousness a tributary ride the current

Living in the present moment is primary, each occurrence

Chorus (Adam Yund):

Want to spread love like a valentine

While i find balance in my calloused mind

Verse 2 (Riddles):

Enlightened with insight, chance was dwindling

Trying to light kindling with no lighter in sight

Incite riots with my fighter plane copilot

In flight, target in sight, might be codependency

But these enemies tend to be ten to me

Essentially the message sent to me mentally

Is not meant to be one that comes to pass eventually

But one that’s meant to last for centuries and it seems to me

To be, bent on being free, fundamentally

With no fear attached, spirit dashed

Fishing but can’t spear the catch, wish this mirror

Match, was ancient history, clear the cache

But it’s been me versus me, spy versus spy

Versus i but i’ll proceed and my verse is why

Then the rhyme my pen did blended with him

And the rhythm and the mind ascended as it bended

Chorus