Verse 1: A siren sounds beneath my window, screeching through my ears, it's all I hear, The wind blows out my candle and it brings a bit of fear. The darkness and the lack of illumination phase me here, I'm unaware of my surroundings, what's my name and what's the year? Confusion about the music in my palm, they're from the Earth, I didn't plan it, but the dirt beneath my fingernails is worth about A hundred dollars each, the dedication pays off swiftly, Oh so quickly Listen, the turpentine erodes a part of my soul, so pardon my foes, The know not what they do and what sits beneath their toes I'm under their noses but they see a ghost, Weaving notes and leaving hope behind I hope I find a sign to help me cope with all the things within my thick soul, I've got to drink slow, thinking about the things I can't control. Opening my eyes and closing my mouth, I'm not surprised. Its Groundhog Day again, life's a crazy dream so I just write it with my pen and then I scream. [This my thick soul, this is what I know. I am a child I'm surrounded with a big world. This is my thick soul. Listen to what I have to tell you. Thick soul. It's denser than a daisy is yellow. Thick soul. When the wind blows, my candle wick grows cold. A thick soul. ] Verse 2: You say I'm younger than you, I don't know what I'm tryna do, But the weather's getting nice it's like a hundred and two. I'm mowing lawns in the summer light, rapping in the summer nights, Reflecting on the past and thinking of another life. From nothing to heights, I've seen a lover think twice, I've seen a knife take another slice, paying yet another price. Homies and strangers alike. Living like a single life, Everyone's a little right but still lacking in insight. Win right, I can fight, but wouldn't wanna throw punches, I try to live nice, give might in tightly packed lunches, Giving them away, I've heard shouting and gasping and pain, Screaming in my dreams and seen reality ruin a day. Hearing of the killing and the sadness and the hate, Trying not to cry but when you blink it's too late. An hour of my day to hear a life of bad things, How could I possibly pretend I'm not satisfied how I live?

Verse 1: Not a dope addict, but I'm cutting lines, not a masochist. But I want to leave this mass behind and have the masses kiss my asssssk me a question. Not a reverend but I try to preach. Gotta second? Time is cheap, My rhymes inside my mind just weep, What a week, tears are streaming out, and the flow these rappers talk about is fake and flawed a good amount. Couldn't count, my blessings with the little things that add up. Testing everyone, this life is spiking every half empty cup. Grab the mic and grab a pen, grab a pad and start again. Enunciating lyrics without meaning to imaginary friends. Accepting that my best might not be good enough, Standing tall, but in a rut, I try to end but can not seem to stop. Red octagon inches closer, now I see it here. Morphing into shadows of a past, I didn't need to see. Lead the way, of course my cranium is too delayed, so somebody call the coroner to take me to a place where I belong. Verse 2: Somebody call the coroner to take me to a place where I belong. My songs are way too foreign for the crowds to understand, Too intricate to cheer on, too deep for all the shallow minds. Interpret what I say the way you can. I feel like I'm from Kalamazoo. My style sets me apart, but people won't have anything to do with me. I don't have anything to prove, but I keep it real, examining adventures of my youth. Please tell me Whats The truth? I'm just an average guy I've got an average mind. I'm Rapping average lines. I've got a really cheap suit with a adequate tie, I've got a really sweet tooth, and you're the apple of my eye. Where's the orchard? Somebody find me Johnny Appleseed. Help me plant ideas in every brain so people laugh with me. I'm used to people scoffing now and laughing in my face, I need some volume and some hype. I need a more than average pace. Take me away.

Verse 1: Workin hard, overtime. Just a bard who's spitting rhymes. Copy my lyrics, you biting me? Nah over my Dead body, my head's probably decimated. Decapitated by seeing the cold world that was created By the rest of us, human beings, who's making a red lobby. Soaking the entrance of this world, with their bloody hobby. It's funny, probably, at least you gotta chuckle at things, I got a couple of wings, I gotta spread em and sing. Just get some bread, but it's thin, Getting ahead like a king (crowns) I'm thinking of water that's coming in to make change now. Make change how, No one giving me straight answers. Fate dances over a mirror, I'm gonna pants her. My lady Fate,man, she's destiny so beware You're late, be scared, this lady's crazy aware. She comes in dreams, giving visions of spitting and getting love, But she tells me that I gotta find important things to sing of. So think of, the things that each day giving you joy. Not happiness man, she's talking of true joy. Like the purest kind of ecstasy, a feeling so good, It gets the best of you, the best of me, it's testing you, should You overcome geography and find the things you searched for, This girl takes opportunities to go make you dirt poor. She'll show you all the petty things you worked so hard for, Then take them away, you know you gotta forgive her. Lady Fate is the enforcer, she's bleeding us bone dry. Ring ring, phone sighs, I know that you honed my Skills of intuition in mixing the pot of life, All alone, minds open up and deposit whole pipes. Tempting and testing us all along, like road lights, Passing through and taking the bait, so Fate destroys twice. She destroys white lies and my highs, Makes lows, broke crows, opened, the hope flows, over time. [There's hope but not today Nope, they're not okay. Choking, suffocate, Hallucinations in the brain] Verse 2: Maybe in the world we're all just doing our time. Open up the window and embrace the sunshine. Perfection is a myth, but it happens all the time, Direction to misconception is the route to open minds. I guess that everybody has a few regrets in this life, Threatening thunder claps, the Gods up above in strife. Families in feuding, infusing the words of life, Into fueling missed emotions and mixtures of higher heights. The cumbersome ponderings of a world are nothing new. Wondering where to go, birds wondering whence they flew. Hence the sky fades to blue from the clouds of grey before, Thinking of different things in this life is a saving force. [There's hope but not today Nope, they're not okay. Choking, suffocate, Hallucinations in the brain]

Sometimes I have to contemplate, The origination of this nation and the magistrate, the magical state, negotiating all the while. As I ponder this perplexing conundrum, I wonder where we come from. Hahaha as I said, whence do we originate? The fate of the children of our destinies waits and further chases each new born idea, and every each single one of these marvelous individual thoughts which also chase unique ideas through the brain—cervical races. But then we erase the remnants of a past once loved and once hated by another past of other mysterious creatures who created a race of creations with patience and doctors and their patients who may lack patience. But no matter haha. As I digress I recognize the stress and regrets in all of our eyes and the pupils that they look at the world from, through which and underneath beneath the likes of whom we must eventually all realize and see behind and then occasionally act, Once in a short yet long while. Behind the smiles and smoke screens and trials and tribulations, we must, if we choose, use external stimulation. Simulations of a world of skies and grass and gravity. With limitations and aggrevations and annoyances and predispositions. A world much like none other and yet similar to that in which we currently live, this planet we inhabit that we also inhibit from expanding and growing with us Atop it and in it and through its own soil and the foil of its own majesty. Do you see? Let me rephrase that. Rephrase that. Rephrase that. Rephrase that. Ahem. Excuse me. Where was I? Oh yes this world. This beautiful and ugly space. This nonexistent material place. This phase of visages and faces which move from yonder to former and latter places. In a spaceship. In a rocket boosted replacement of human interaction and movement, we sit still and walk to the other side of the side walk and wonder why we crossed the three rocks As we smirk and they smile and all the while we peer at dead people through dead lenses of living lives and lies and peer friends amigos to the sun and stars and moon, But also they assist the living rocks the talking ducks, the walking sucks but we do it anyway, don't we? We have no choice, but we have a voice, a collective singularity of our respective clarity and clairvoyance, Defiance of underlying giants and great existential truths. I grab a pencil in my youth. We snag a denture with our tooth and ask for yet another replacement. A fake statement of who and whom we are and love and wish to be someday, Yet while we do this wishful thinking, we are sinking the life raft that swore to bring us there today. Yesterday was the future, tomorrow the past, and today is no longer, as we let it slip past. Revolt against the tyranny and oppression of time and space and align yourselves and your wasted day with something greater and smaller than the things we taste, you feel me? Feel me? Feel me? Ahem. Excuse me. Where was I?