I sit and read all of these top artists’ lines
Inspired by their thoughts as I think and try to create mine
I study each and every line, every rhythm, every beat
Reading lyrics from 2Pac, Halsey, Big and Em n Pete
It’s a craft that I am studying, a craft that I’m just starting to
Understand but that’s what patience does, it shows me what I gotta do
If I wanna make it in this money hungry industry
You gotta play the game it seems, you gotta chase and catch your dreams
And so I play I’m Bad at Love, listen to it on repeat
California Love, that background and the sickest beat
Over and Over Again, I listen to these songs, man
Absorbing every sound I hear as art courses through my right hand
This is what I do when it gets dark and it gets late at night
I listen, read the greats and hone my own, a given right
This talent I’ve been blessed with isn’t random, no, it came from her
All I need is one blank pad, a ballpoint pen and thoughts that stir
Then all these things I think, they start to flow and formulate
As my hands start making compromise, words and letters congregate
Watching all these thoughts and ideas grow and start to resonate
As people read and message “Matt, keep writing please, I can relate”
They listen to the things my restless hands and restless fingers write
They know there’s someone out there thinking these things each and every night
Someone going through the same things after every riff and every fight
Someone else is feeling their exact same feelings, every plight
That’s what music does for us, that’s what rhythm serves to do
It gives our thoughts a short escape, a small window to think it through
And as I wind down every night, I realize why I wear this glove
These words are all I think of now, they’re the reason that I’m bad at love
How the World Should Work 