Jetfuel
jelani aryeh Lyrics

Miles long, so it seems passing the pylons a fucking dream
The field feels like it extends for miles as I run past the markers, making it seem like a surreal experience.

'Cause in the stands, no one screams
Despite playing in front of a crowd, no one cheers or shows any support for me and my efforts.

Leaving the field with some low esteem
Every time I finish playing, I feel bad about myself and my skills, leaving the field with low self-esteem.

Every game ends the same
Regardless of how well I play, every match ends up with the same result.

With too many shots to the fucking brain
The constant hits to my head have taken their toll on me, making it hard to think and function properly.

Probably why I tend to space
As a result of these hits, I tend to dissociate from reality, causing me to space out frequently.

And carry this barren look on my face
My facial expression has become blank and emotionless due to the mental and physical exhaustion from playing.

Hey, dad I don't want to play cause it makes me Heartless and hopeless at times Shit I could’ve said sad but it's not even close
I feel heartless and hopeless at times because playing the sport takes such a toll on me, to the point where I don't even have the energy to be sad about it. I express this to my dad, hoping he'll understand my feelings.

When's the last time we touched down When’s the last time I scored Use to call me the jet plane Little boy from the north I had to leave the sport and the school Shit aberrations in full Just know that I had to go Its good to know This jet ain’t lacking fuel
I reminisce with my dad about my time as a young football player, when I was known as the jet plane due to my speed. However, I eventually had to quit the sport and leave school due to the negative impact it had on me. Despite this, I assure myself that I still have a lot of potential and energy to pursue other passions in life.

Fatiguing, done with this league of competing My heart beating faster than feet At a meet of Jamaicans, swear that I'm faking Love for the sport that my father was making me play Like everyday in the summer, a bummer I couldn't display My current dismay, rather I'd sing in my room or I'd travel by train to LA
The stress and exhaustion of playing in a competitive sports league has taken a toll on me, causing my heart to beat faster than my own feet. I feel like a fraud when I play against talented Jamaican athletes, masking my true feelings and lack of passion for the sport. Despite playing every day in the summer, it was a disappointment that I never excelled. Currently, I much rather spend my time singing in my room or travelling by train to Los Angeles.

Hey, dad I'm finding a voice I didn't know I had Way back, playing Kanye in your older jag 05 remember us driving from Legoland Those times have certainly made me the way I am
I express to my dad that I've discovered a newfound voice within myself, one that I didn't even know existed. Reflecting on our past drives when we listened to Kanye West's music in his old Jaguar and went to Legoland back in 2005, I realize how much those moments have shaped my current self.