Small Fish -

Small fish want a bigger pond

They aren’t thinking that I’m tall enough

To stand behind a fishing rod

The kind of vibe that they’re giving off

Is negative like a bank account that’s overdrawn

Some days, it weighs heavy on my every thought

How my growing pains were all about just getting lost

So close from far away, you can sing along

To all the things that I been going through and come across

Part of this whole art is not getting caught

When you dive into the unknown where you can belly flop

So get a life, suck it up, stop crying, grow a spine;

These are the type of things I tend to overanalyze

When the sky used to seem so blue

Before I knew the world or dealt with any real issues

My catalogue’s staying raw 'till I’m dead and gone;

Meaning with or without an audience, embracing me with open arms

Weak won’t do to see life through

You keep that mood, you can’t lose or need more proof

Got people saying, who Framework?

I love that dude

He never made it.

Life, man, can be so cruel

No telling what they’re gonna do to get more views

If I change their mental attitude that’s a huge breakthrough

And I am right where I belong, it’s working like a charm

Some say that I get too involved in each and every song, huh?

But anything I ever start I wanna finish strong

I am somebody that you need to keep your eye upon

Of all the names I’ve been called, Special Ed’s a fave;

To act as if that what they’re saying is, I got it made

Small fish want a bigger pond

They aren’t thinking that I’m tall enough

To stand behind a fishing rod

The kind of vibe that they’re giving off

Is negative like a bank account that’s overdrawn

Some days, it weighs heavy on my every thought

How my growing pains were all about just getting lost

So close from far away, you can sing along

To all the things that I been going through and come across

I am somebody you can reach out to

Talk with me 'till exhausted and feel more loose;

Who will tell you like a friend, don’t you lose your cool

Stressed to the max when you’re about to freak out soon, and I

Know about when the cuts are deep, words

Begin to fit together like a puzzle piece, yet don’t

Blow out your whole brain, Ernest Hemingway

Myself and others we can feel it like a ricochet

What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, you know?

But it may take a couple of years for you to heal from it though, so

While I’m here to do my thing, give it to me straight

Or l will leave you in the dust like a storage space

A lot of emcees need to be already gone

If they can’t make a head nod while the beat is on

Feeling strong, sweaty palms and spaghetti arms

Breathing harder than if they’re running a marathon

In the audience, worried that we’ll hit it big

Who haven’t heard of us to even know we still exist

That when I light them up like an arcade

No need to be afraid of such a beautiful outrage

What I’m saying their rejection isn’t punishing

Cause I don’t run with any crowd, I stand in front of them

And their tongue must be a part of their ass

How it’s spraying all over the place and full of crap

That they wanna turn me into how I’m being defensive

Or anything I said is just for getting attention

Reminds me of somebody who had no clue

Tried to break my memory bank, and left too soon

Small fish want a bigger pond

They aren’t thinking that I’m tall enough

To stand behind a fishing rod

The kind of vibe that they’re giving off

Is negative like a bank account that’s overdrawn

Some days, it weighs heavy on my every thought

How my growing pains were all about just getting lost

So close from far away, you can sing along

To all the things that I been going through and come across