No one wants to be, picked up before they fall. But what if someone sees what's wrong before it all comes tumbling down…. I see beyond the sea on and over the horizon it seems we sleep on and keep dreaming on so I seek on far and wide like I don't give a damn if I make it back to class and my seats gone I bleed some then I see sun come I wake up in a dream all my weight has been lifted I fly passed Wales and sail through amsterdam no road and no map as I RIP passed the sand so fast I turned half that desert into glass that reflected the setting sun and let it touch the moon as it burst in the sky I flew the tunnels of tsunami waves and came out the other sides gifted with the knowledge of their names and tales of their fathers who had pillaged the land before them folklore of distant cousins with eye balls strong as our gods and song I melt into sound and dissipate with the clouds and if I eventually happen to actually rain down i'm a ...man of my word in the life of a bird like spreading my wings to the beat is a passion catch your breath between my feathers so your wind is everlasting I heard everything you said even though the message wasn't mastered since no one wants to be picked up before they fall but what if someone sees what's wrong before it all comes tumbling down? I see you running around and the fact that you have aged without changing a bit tells me something new you can't see from your ditch running from what you live not tightens up your slip knot now i've never been one to.. blow it out of proportion like leaving work early to run home and build war ship or feeling so lost and little I need something big to worship but sometimes, I! Feel just like I've! been living the life of a dust mite but i'm more than just another minute particle I am a man born with a heart of gold but my timeline left doesn't appear too long it's hard to keep that precious metal pumping on It feels I need that infectious, medal of honor to bare around neck and wear over mistakes call attention to my chest and distract from my disgrace erase any memory of all I misplaced make you all believe this mask is face

If I pick you up carry you from here to there would you call me a bus stop calling me names kid ain't into being famous life is what you make it but wait genesis you starting to sound like everyone else now pick that mic up see you dropped it round the corner but it's not over even quarter this is all just out of order cause you ain't one them or is you, are you? Grown up, with car too? Aw look at you big as a cartoon living IS fighting Simba got a scar too so quit your bitching and make like the lighting strike, quick and set fire to what you touch like you've grown up from being JUST static from the rug fierce, right but it's all love like, step to the stage and claim your hug open arms as long as you don't make me face palm if you've got nothing close to smart to say, stay calm here's what you do SHUTCHYO MOUTH You know what? What? I don't really give a- thanks chuck! My roof need that! No problem Sally! The lawn looks great by the way... aww thanks, i've been working all day! Dude, you've got like the most up beat neighbors ever honestly I don't know how you can be so grumpy all the time haha, go - thanks chuck! There's glass on the floor by the table round the corner screaming baby at the bar while i'm trying take your order by reading you menu and repeating myself like your deaf too... you know what I want to do? I want to slip out back lean on the brick relax and, burn a whole pack but forget about that the host just sat another rat pack of ya'll and aww, look at that you know each other huh? Shit, let me guess... You want the tables to connect? And six separate checks? Not a problem, prick let me take your order and punch it in the computer or, punch right through it yeah that sounds nice dip my dick in your ice tea and deliver it nicely deliberate deceit to cover how pissed I be then I come home to these happy go lucky's you know what? SHUTCHYO MOUTH honestly, my brother and I talked about this there should be 3 questions that everyone has to answer if they answer improperly as judged by us they die, easy as that same for getting nutured if you want to have sex that's so wrong, and you need god everyone deserves to live you know what.. Shut the- thanks chuck! I never could reach that dead light bulb genesis lost is fell off his rocker brain dead as all them grown up teeny boppers what's this next verse gonna be from the prospective of a ex-fan looking in commenting on his crooked grin? ah shit ... it is gift of gab went bad somewhere on the jagged path find me in all the miscalculations of your math love me cute as the rat with a mask tearing through your trash want me more than I want you and know I want you bad side note at times, I find hope within the stunning beauty of a passer by all I do is hope she knows as I, pass her by painted plaster heading to the studio to master and I ain't leaving class until I have the answer it's like that! got some new shoes in the maaaaiiil got some new equipment on the waaaaay did I wake up? And did I breathe? Yep! Then it's been a good daaaay thanks chuck!

One day when the sunlight don't show and won't shine down I might just run around but ass naked waving myself in your appalled dropped jaw faces you might find yourself.. wondering... wandering... searching for an accepting god to inquire... who started the fire...who mixed the message somewhere along that telephone wire ... grade school name games flash... in a daze you've been in that apartment for days ...and apologized ...to the sky in too many ways … if it'll change the way you feel then sing his praise before that meal … but if you're still sickened by the dark then wasting valuable time, you are … mornings... are no more … flowers... an ancient décor … bloom they won't grow they can't so instead we have made new friends of these rain dance met the hydrogen shuffle mix that with the helium step physically pray for oxygen, carbon,Nitrogen, Silicon, neon, iron, sulfur and magnesium if you... ... find the stars then squeeze me some sneak me one home, please I need my sun ... it's cold... you're drunk... I was too bold every time I snuck away from the heat and hid in a shadow beneath a tree … sun must have seen thought to himself they don't need me … now the leaves have turned and my skin is pale we're both dying, no...wait, one of us, is dead … insufficient vitamins getting to my head hanging... in the wind... waiting for the clouds to part so the day can start again... unspoken code broken open spilled to the floor ...only evidence shards of remnants next to the glass that once contained it …i'm bored …and anxious pick up a piece and prick my finger let the blood drip and watch... my breath... linger... 2 pm beneath a street lamp empty hands share a solo dance, in the dark we all look just the same i'll call my name if, you'll respond and quietly expound upon that bond ... follow me home and hold me... when I scream... as I finish make believing that this is a dream … incandescent mornings florescent nights so I make recordings of your insights …or your insides … so I hit that switch like I want to be blind …I don't mind … all I need is sound … gather round … we'll beat box and sing songs till we forget we'll make light of this fairly dark situation yet... (x2)

The air weighs a ton fog thick as bricks cinder block walk way every step sticks swamp trees weeping on the path you don't want these leaping on your back tip toe home so you sprint real slow only faceless roam so you keep your chin low they don't need to know your aliiiivvee shhhhh.... (x3) careful.... they don't need to hear you breathing, they can see it in your eyes ...(drawn out eyes) (x2) just walk blind and hope you make it what you find will shape your fate then acid rain tears accented by your smoke signaled fears floating through a ring she puffed to sing I wonder what did you bring in your invisible back pack, scratch that that's just straps attached to a vacuum in the backroom atomic blast after math left a full view of everything around you security desk camera monitors playing porn children of the corn stay and mourn the death of the alternative fuel source as the cow tries to have the last horse take a cattle prod to it's forehead before her overstretched swelling utters burst she was too late so hungry... and the last alive you lap that bloody and contaminated milk from the surface of the dirt for every vitamin it's worth but the commotion stirred awoke the attention of the dead humbled by your presence and warmth of your blood they call you god leader of the sun and attack for everything you've done

I feel like I get the best sleep when i've got an obligation to fulfill I guess Had a bad morning and afternoon had a bad night and rest of the week too fuck me for not cracking down and pulling weed through a pipe, right, now cause it might, just help me out i've got a problem I can't just stand around I've got a problem I can't stand this sound I've got a problem I can't stand myself so in need of help but incapable of asking just back packing through a field a failure how much grows? …. wouldn't you like to know it's my secret place stacked full of rhymes book and crooked second looks that the general gave me public celebrities deaf, mute emcees the CTA harbors 6 empty seats yet here I stand on my two tired feet so am I... too tired to follow behind herd steady moving or am I... too wired to cease my metaphysical movement this, this is a lose, win lose situation if you think you're not in pain then fuck off out this rain and into your sunset I don't want to see you when I contract, kill another instrumental my voice give out every day now i'm upset look whatchya done did gone and fucked my mood that can't be undid you make me want to scream out scriptures until I raise an army of the undead people are so rude i'm mad enough to stab through your favorite shirt i'm pissed enough to glue all my fingers together to smack you both hands in a shaolin choke stance ...chucking fucking buckets of belt buckle shurikens I know what you thinking man that prong cap and frame cant hit with the impact of a sharpened blade but ain't no blade sharper than my tongue so sure it can I know what your thinking still I ain't no farther forward that was a lateral movement away from your statement like you know where you tooth went but I locked you in the basement after I knocked your face in Had a bad morning and afternoon had a bad night and rest of the week too fuck me for not cracking down and pulling weed through a pipe, right, now cause it might, just help me out but i'm back, i'm dandy i'm feeling pretty handy thinking I might fix all I broke last week but that's negative news looking at that trash heap alarm going off to tell me I can't sleep incapable may not even if I was actually able to probably wouldn't feel at all stable through a day without my blood shot mug shot blurry vision I hurry in the kitchen no, wait that's just forgetting to eat again dehydration and malnourishment but fuck it so long as I got a fist I can feed the pride in between my knuckles I can beat the sky till it buckles any side beat in a restless feast for this midwest beast yum, yum, dinner plate little heat, time to eat see, i'm Daddy to her but it's Mad Hatter to you I got a color pallete of bullets to spray at who disrupts my groove music made to sooth should not be mis-used I give to you my permission to shoot your heartfelt bullets at a artless world color the blank sky till the sleep deprived riot hand them each a can of paint and let them all try it not every song is perfect but most of them great and every now and then I really make you think I guess I guess I had a bad morning and afternoon I guess I had a bad night and rest of the week too

-Genesis- put your headphones on and talk us for a bit instead of faking conservation give it at least a minute to sit and listen with focus up This song ain't too hard to playback and follow along ah! come on! Yeah (x2) -Nave- Come on with us take a little walk open your ear drums we just wanna talk about getting through these days I hope you're quiet when your speaker sprays … (x2) -Genesis- my room is a graveyard for drained dead pens bold face 12 point font on the tomb stone chipped bits of graphite armed in line marching through 1 inch margins never begged for your pardons and misdemeanor stories kiss the leader for me since this disguise tore me for your reality so this disc and I are gone and you can't salvage me or her, we're in a hymn caught up in a melody that's sailing down wind but i'm down to blend if we meet up at the stem then we can intertwine cause passion's hard to fake but seeing eye to eye's easy in a dog fight good thing we fly fine you can't even walk right Genesis and Nave come correct to spark right living in the booth but soon to spit underneath that bar light packing corner coffee shops and running that ship all damn night this goes back to days when I was pasted in basement compound syllable rhymes I wasn't able to comprehend but now i'm killing it all time dozens of fateful song to send if the monitors are bumping it's guaranteed i'm coming up with at least a little something if you're running, it's cool hell it's mildly expected but if you let the fashion pull you in that undecided direction then you capsized yourself mast couldn't maintain an erection there's a reason we're walking and your far from our section it's no coincidence we chill and take it slow and our flows are open flood gates spilling metaphors rare as fresh water in the chicago river where the loch ness monster feeds on dead mobsters suit and tie guillotine shoot for flight millipede bruise the mic until you leave I've been writing in my mind all damn week but it's been time to have a day on my own with a beat It feels like i'm home and it's better than a dream -Nave- Come on with us take a little walk open your ear drums we just wanna talk about getting through these days I hope you're quiet when your speaker sprays … (x2) -Genesis- put your headphones on and talk us for a bit instead of faking conservation give it at least a minute to sit and listen with focus up This song ain't too hard to playback and follow along ah! come on! Yeah (x2) -Nave- its Nave here With my buddy Genesis Just so you know  You don't need to sell us this Tainted image Of what you call hip hop We'll be walking along these beats Until our hips pop Ready to rock the mic right Ready to keep to this shit ill Ready to make the tracks Normal people feel Cause normal to me Aint a Beemer Benz or Bentley Minimum wage days  My pockets really empty To be honest with you Life has kinda bent me And sent me in wrong directions So for now ill use this poetry As my protection correction From the wrong path I was dirty for years Till i took a strong bath In my pen paper  I'm rising up like vapor look at me Ma! Ima a word shaper Ready to fuck this game up I saw you paint a picture Well... Im ready to fuck the frame up Nah i never gave up If you start liking REAL RAP! Go ahead... Blame us! Cause even a fuckin record deal Could never ever tame us See i don't a fuck  You can call me shameless Everyday I'm writing these words getting rid of anguish  and pain Im not playin  Im sayin Love me for who i am Or Hate me for who I'm not Real Hip Hop  I Give it all i got real hip hop we give it all we got

There isn't enough thawed out oxygen to share fossil fuel icicles form in mid air every heavy breath that escapes paints an iceberg falling …loud as every war never heard the hills appear dead murdered by the sound of music if you got a pen then you better be ready to use it i've buried notebooks covered in puncture wound excuses this elevated situation started in still birth waters of confusion un-treaded and escalated during attempted diffusion by a delusional illusionist telling stories from across the crime scene tape in a paradoxical PVC dream of escape winter is coming can't you feel her translucent blistered little lips that would melt on impact if yours weren't already caught in the bitter jaws of frost frozen blood drips from the bite marks feeling lost but me! -hook- I'm the deserts last tree i'm the stapled smile nailed to your face after all of my unpleasantry I am my own lack of acknowledgment of the problems I am your neglect that fails to see your options i'm the skull of a bull sewn to my chest cavity i'm the repeated reason that keeps you so mad at me I am broken handcuffs for a rules i'm not abidin' but you don't have to find me it's not like i'm hiding, i'm a glorified pirate a fucking war siren a walking metaphor the fear that terror saw i'm a torn constitution for their broken promises i'm a burned institution for your lack of common sense I'm the ghost inside your dehydrated illusion the voice of your hunger pains telling you to do shit time to make moves kid I know your grip slipped but you better not lose it I am the influence in you music

Crushed to dust so I pick up all the pieces crush them together till they build a new thesis like when the water drips from my once colder shoulder, warmer oh maybe now I can hold her the right way, as long as the night stays I could really get used, to these bright days but I can't settle yet got to write, got to rap, got to move, got to jam it all into a groove, and make it feel smooth but I ain't got the time to waste and just wait and I ain't got the patience to lose got just enough gas in the tank to cruise wait I meant coast, never meant to boast through a single line I wrote against the pitter patter on the window when the basement leaks he's bare footed i'm too damn rooted tough weed in the dirt so I weave when I work and I keep it in a verse can the worst still be, worth what I hurts it me personally, i'm far from the first to see their hand transform into a monsters paw with a large set of claws, and an army of clawed up skeletal structures, harbored in the closet some still armored, the homage they paid was they're solace, I stand bloody before you a six foot mystery, who the hell can solve this simply complex as the quantum of all of us what's the quantum of love quantum of passion quantum of hatred quantum of reaction re-flex re-mote re-move re-sult cause and effect and the pain that it holds he left, she's gone, he moved, she sulks cause and effect and the pain that it holds emotional sewer system, eyelid drain holes rain pours down and my roof gives in the rain is figurative, the give in is literal get it, it's like a fist full of pitiful like the minimal at your pinnacle is typical another invisible centerfold been at home wondering why you bend over for everyone and everything just back packing through mind all alone ….wondering when you'll finally run into your back bone you know your cold but it can't be that far gone cause you still feel the shiver when it shakes up your spine when you hear a rhythmically inclined rhyme climbing up the side of the deprived of sight who place to much faith in the sobriety of time to just spread their wings and fly everyone thinks he's moves are so calculated but he's too fucked up that's why his hands move in circles the only time he sobers up is when you're having fun and he realizes he's free now in these moments even you recognize how time flies, so if he does it with hands, then why can't you?

Living in a old now looking back... at a brand new then is there change in my future? Well that depends it rests on my shoulders and tests all my friends (so I) stay away from boasting and just remain hopeful that I can take this music from mainland to coastal make it as I go with a passionate coast -fulfilling hopes- (some sound effect) slow and steady wins the race right?...yeah but lazy never claims a plate last night...i heard your dinner time chime but I already ate now I can't stop the rhyme brains a damn data base calculating what to say on the trail, make a hole no you don't need to move i'll make my own way and any obstacle no matter the size will fade away ...like pulling back the shades to the sun of a new day last time you peeked out the sky was all grey now blue with open fire hydrants too.... cause all the kids around the block are determined to play beyond the cul-de-sac bike rides be back by night time is all the parents spray …(beer open and a sigh of relief) cause they want to enjoy the beauty all the same... so we gon play it safe pop rocks and bottle rockets and we gon stop to blaze the profits in our pockets -(new track)-I miss my mary jane and that's me being honest but spiderman came put a web in my promise when I said i'd stay.. until I can't lift that spliff to my face after I was handed the keys to my place but i'ma make it some way with my know how no need for gun play or that smoke cloud I'ma get high just looking at the crowd and they gonna get high just hearing my sound.. i'ma make it some how we gon' make it some way I ain't close to done now we gon' make it one day till then take it one day at a time And keep making rhymes…. yeah we gon' make it some way with our know how no need for gun play or that smoke cloud we gon' get high just looking at the crowd and they gonna get high just hearing our sound.. we gon' make it some how we gon' make it some way I ain't close to done now we gon' make it one day till then take it one night at a time and keep making rhymes…. Look out siiiii- iiidde.... it's a beautiful day …. it's a beautiful day to be alliiiiii- iiiivvee... …... (x2)

Why is that six hundred thousands rappers under seperate legions claiming different names all actually sound exactly the same maybe at a point some of them had a point and just forgot what it was ... now it's just because when I say I'm a rapper it feels like a joke so I won't feel bad if you look back and laugh at it i'm only straight faced to date, cause i'm waiting for the punch line I heard you lost your ladle ...don't touch mine you were just another time wasting conversation we ain't really friends or maybe it's one sided I guess that depends that'd explain why I speak to you through these speakers and you don't say a thing back think back i'm all around like a paint splat …. I live in thin air I sleep in the internet I live in the hard drives of hard wired computers and laptop users headphone abusers but microphone activists tend to hate my raps pass it off as subjective mask of for the lesson let's offer up a message or at least a little something that's easy to remember return to sender ... why'd you press play why'd you click enter please.... return to sender … turn around now head back from where you came please... return to sender … please... return to sender it's something like that it's something like this it's something like receiving that thing you always wanted when you were a kid it's something like growing up and realizing how hard it really is it's something like calling out mom.... realizing she's gone it's something like being sick by yourself empty call log you've got no help call off your dogs or this gone last a while …it's the third time passing that last quarter mile but we gone make it home if it take all night now what else we got to do? But play night owl yeah, I remember late nights alone playing ninja games shadow boxing myself and imagining things my brother caught me I was so embarrassed not that I was jumping and kicking up at nothing I was embarrassed cause I actually believed in super heroes and magic … but I still believe just now.... now I call it passion …. all we ever wanted was to get it all (x2) all we ever learn is to settle when we fall all we ever wanted was to get it all (x2) all ever learn is to settle for a piece when it falls apart

You remember what you said I do and hit hard like an arrow to chest narrow as your depth cupid misfired got me chasing a dream question less test the answers on a quest and might not make it back in one piece... one part heart and the rest is a coal burning engine banished to a vacuum no oxygen to burn so just wait your turn and if your last breath lasts I suggest.. you try not to laugh I've been the, man of the hour and the, mack of the minute accidentally in power expounding on a gimmick it ain't wrong if you chuckle but I found something in it buried underneath it sickle and a hammer pitch fork and a shovel blood splattered banner and a mechanical couple panoramic paranoia gallows in the living room mass grave television gather round the box that replaced conversation rotting bodies will decompose on the couch fine they know the passion is inside they want to bury the mind buy up the commodities fear the foreign invasion buy and sell properties see saving is wasting fuck a family dinner strip the innocence from a couple little kids heat a spoon lick a needle string a noose pick a people kill a faggot for christ cause that cross makes you right ….right? And with a sudden change of art you protect the pieces on the board you once tore apart just to see if they bleed anything like you … and that blood made you see we're all the same in the dark but generations of lies have got you questioning at heart … but maybe they aren't like you because you aren't like them understand that no matter how far, you are, from me the distance between us is always the same no matter how different, I am, from you the difference between us is always the same always the same

sing a simple a song hum a lonely tune will whistle along when it's just us two the path sits upon the best of you and i the least we can do is give this a try (x2) my eyes open wide to a sky I prophesied as I tried to ride a tidal wave and died I promised i'd make it even if I died so I promise i'll make it when I finally fly don't give up just yet i'll show you why I can tell your upset and I understand why but that ain't the subject I left your eyes dry when they swam through your elixir from your throat to your liver like a handle of liquor please do your best to understand something bigger I only flow I never damned up your river hell I dug new canal dubbed it a way out won't you be a pal save that sound make that town stand and break that crown then make a new life like break that bottle hop on that bike pull back full throttle never look back, it ain't like you got to chain free wrists this why you got through begged for a wish, genie dished out two but now you can't commit got me sick, wondering who the fuck are you sing a simple a song hum a lonely tune will whistle along when it's just us two the path sits upon the best of you and i the least we can do is give this a try (x2) I won't always be a kid in need of a baby sitter I was thinking shit i'll be that heavy hitter cause I was thinking this didn't depend on skin colors I was thinking big, something like my older brothers each looks up to the next I got your pictures on my wall memories in this chest are my pick up when I fall how you stay strong stuck facing it all alone... how you stay strong fighting so far from home... how could know me now if never saw me grow or maybe maybe i'm still that kid in the still photograph when I smile was is in grasp taped up on your wall or framed on your dresser when you were telling me we're fighters no pressure ... I do this full time hope you don't think the lesser looking at me wondering who the fuck are you

I can’t help, but feel surpassed Left behind, in the field I stand No fist ever fed or went to lend a hand No move for growth ever went the way I planned Always out the other side, lost sick or sad Someday I’ll find, a way to be the bigger man I ain’t got fans, but I got a few friends I’m honest enough, to see the difference in them I ain’t lied to myself, since I learned what I was And I’m staying down, after that last buzz Clearing out the smoke, from all those days Little boy problems, a blur in the haze Now that we’re facing, adult situations Where choices made, could be fatal mistakes in A…line of work where it’s…worse to need And every morning is more hurt in your knees But they’re so sure, you’re that Hercules That you’ve grown a persona, to maintain and fulfill So you can’t admit that the hurt won’t heal and you make believe that the pain ain’t real But truth takes the reigns and makes you feel Every time you lay to waste, and wait for paint to peel So you keep on moving, and never stop doing Keep on moving and never stop doing keep on keeping on, Keep on moving and never stop doing, but if you keep moving But when you finally slow, it’s feels like your losing The world’s been falling, and you’ve been snoozing Wasting time with, a whirlwind girlfriend But take a step back, they’re the rock that your pitiful Art never could have been, and you should have been More responsible, and approachable More mature and focused, on a common goal Picked up more, after your nasty self Should have realized, who slipped and needed help Should have realized, who the real problem was And whose rough hand made the touch so tough   this guitar, can write these words And convey my heart, in a structured verse But it will never replace, all the little things I simply forgot, along, the way …or never felt strong enough to say I never felt strong enough to just say I love you so much I want you to stay stay away... (x2) like I ain’t worth the pain, I’ll eventually cause every choice never made , felt like coin toss victim of the pen that only stains when it wants and I ain’t one to stay just to waste what’s yours like when I finish a song, I don’t expect applause matter of fact I don’t expect even half of ya’ll holding a cold brew, cigarette on call to have been or still be listen at all

look what I wrote look what I made it's never good enough and you wonder why I never say why waste more time out of your important day just to convey what you won't get anyway swear to god you mother fuckers are making me lost my head and with it my art parts in pieces now separate angles and i'm gonna reach through your speakers and strangle every last one of you if I don't get every little bit back, yeah you understood that step back, lick a blade look what genesis made reptile tongue on your perfect little face everybody needs to know a little bit of pain and with it they can claim... at least an inch of gain like, every step you take is a stair you didn't have a foot print you hadn't yet made in the path (0:49) you have to know good before you understand the bad if you were no good from the start (get on track) (work back) (work fast) (that's the past) like it's been 4 years from then we've laid down that's at least 2 pairs of shoes ago now and who knows how many footsteps passed how many pebbles kicked and blades of grass smashed how many little bits of soul left on the asphalt concrete wood panel linoleum and tile everyone is different now that's the truth about it just severity depends and is the real reason you doubt it the growth is eclectic and stranger than fiction caught up in a lesson and lost in what i'm missing but every day's a new breath and makes me feel gifted listen real well and make the right decision handbook called this instrumental genesis and obviously, I call myself the same shit so this could be for you the same it is for us a new beginning, just shaking off all your rust (x2)

Thinking outside the box- b line do, you, feel, alive? two for the peace, one for the fuck off (x2) then the ashes of sadness birthed a bird of flames but it burns just the same when say my name take two for the peace one for the fuck off every time you leave I brush the rust off fresh from a battle with a premature scar still bleeding on the carpet so I use it, i'm an artist everything in my life is prone to getting used twisted and skewed brutalized and bruised to be properly viewed by you, by you i'm all ears like i've got no bones, just cartilage ...that's what an artist is so I observe ...then reciprocate and by the time I double back I'm finished with your debate we're all a can of paint there's no telling what we'll make but some don't even get a canvas how am I supposed to paint my portrait with what i've been handed? Forced to make their own tools and paint it upon world and their art work always turns out the purest and truest it's easiest to influence your inspiration through it so step outside the box if you're not too afraid unlatch the lock and step out the cage you've got about 3 minutes to spill all you want to say it's the modern world during a dirty new day so someone else's speakers are your god damn stage so fuck off if you want your name up in lights do, you, feel, alive? two for the peace, one for the fuck off (x2) I pictured the scene worked until I made it perfect I lived in a dream where I felt myself flourish I had to give my life but it felt so worth it but when I finally died I couldn't keep fucking working never knew what I had till I left it my past now it sits on my mantel in a globe of blown glass every night I shatter it on the floor but in the morning it's back again, laughing and bringing me back to then I visualize the moment till it feels like I can hold it then I grip it, and beat it till my fist begins bleeding cause water feels great in a dream of desert lakes and air's my favorite taste in a dream of outer space so why wouldn't I recreate you and break your fucking face when you're the reality i'm stuck playing through I never feel more alive then in the pitch black when it blankets me and feel her coming after me simple as one complex as two combat the moment when I flip the light switch (this mic on) and come after you (x2)

Now the stakes you run are high i'm tired of running circles around outdated mistakes if I had been allowed to be weaker as a child around now I'd break I mean severed in half not your simple splinter or fracture wrapped up in a cast with a hall pass and a marker for friends to write notes and make you laugh medicinal prescriptions and elevated pillows searching for the swisher settle for a cigarillo late night fix out the bedroom window all better for summer bet you never batted under or had to fight for what you wanted now that ain't hard to handle for me seeking advice is a psychological battle and it seems my parents fight by leaping at my vitals but I don't lose sleep cause I escape into my music friends think i'm strong soon they'll realize i'm useless suffocating underneath roughly 20 years of anger and stress i've been trying to write off soon i'm gonna bite off more than I can swallow and choke on my tomorrow i'm feeling it, soon everything is grey i'm feeling out of tune everything is grey big family huh? Oh the bottom child? Lots of toys, lots of love? That must have been nice fuck you what makes you think you understand my life? There's a reason I don't leave or sleep without a knife as a kid under pillow gripped a broken broom stick or whatever I could get my little hands on, as long as I could sharpen the tip had to be equipped I grew up quick in fear and no one but one sister was every really near once I got a clue I stopped smiling as much I still flinch since a fist was the common touch I still think twice cause lies were called love I still speak to paper it was all that ever listened alone in a full house that's long distance I still work hard measured fight by persistence I don't trust you there natural resistance too push when you pull this heart is heavy and full

Pick apart the pieces let me know all that you find there's secrets in your lies ...that are leaking through your eyes and the hole that you tore in the sky to disguise all that haunted you and never wanted me to realize but here I stand spinning the wheel of this misfortune I don't get to pick my prize... all the flaws in your design I never noticed or duly noted I guess you're beauty made me blind captivated by the pixilated painting that respirated the good grace that went to die upon your pitiful face porcelain cheeks shatter when you chuckle at your reflection and crumble in which direction you decide to lay to day so goodbye for now I know you'll wake at a later date I won't worry till it's time to but wait, hold up who am I really lyin' to I ain't got the time for two but I got plenty of time for you I know this style is kind of new burned away the worthless shit skin graft to flourish this new spit, same old kid new skin, same old wrist I need a fucking pen to write I need a night alone to breath I feel the tension in no light when I don't hold you half as tight as you think we used to be you must have an eye closed cause it takes two see the surface AND perceive the depth my heart lives in a song who's tempo depends on your chest so, take two for the road and one for the way back I know I seem pretty stressed but really i'm laid back or maybe I got that backwards another half hapless bastard stuck running after answers on the back of flash cards that flap hard fly away some day i'll find away to not make the same mistake but I accept responsibility for every single one i've made and when you cul-de-sac back after running laps around the town maybe you'll realize I wasn't the source of your frown I bent your lips into a smile and this music's the ONLY reason you ain't seen me in a while there's morphine in the closest but wait, before you numb it there's more, of THIS scene to deposit you don't see me behind this mike but you're damn sure I rock it I got so much love to give roses over flowing pockets and not one squirts water it's no joke mixing dirt, with the water just to muddy up all that you know so we can't blame you if your wrong but don't you see really, I never left you're the one that's always gone so welcome back.... good see you in my song it's been a while huh? Yeah, you look a little different no, it's not something new it looks like somethings missing I noticed that your grinning but where'd the pain go something in your veins to help you glow oh no, your straight? You cool just wondering why i'm still making this music Truly I couldn't tell ya I guess I was the problem sorry if I confused you or sent you down the wrong path some day i'll answer to the mistakes of my past

And as I go alone
 running through the night
My breath paints the air
A distinct pale white
I grip a heavy fist that
I know will help me fight
If and when that time comes
This midnight run sums
Up to a phrase cliff
Hanging off our tongues
...I believe
I believe in something more
Than the lies they told me
...something stronger
Than the laws that hold me so
Convict me kill me or set me free
I was born to build
Burn weak bridges 
and bring me back stronger
...More fitted for the weather
Of our hearts they'll be forced
To endure in different parts
Of our paths as we embark
With a pale light living in
The words we speak
Breathing color in the dark
I believe
I believe in love
And though 20 years strong
Is this thick lack of trust,
Everyday I'm breaking ground

Pick me up
don't let me down
You held me then
So hold me now
(x2) I – believe – in - you You can hear the sound
When you turn up your speakers
love is all around
All it needs is believers
Thing is when you're weak You live
by candle light and that Flame
flickers in the wind
But when you're strong
your fire doesn't even feel that Tornado-that you stand in
How could you give in when you didn't aim to win in I only aim to live in peace and love my life someday I'll pass to sleep and with that, i'm alright but for now, I can feel the gift of the sun warm upon my living skin why would I want to leave that? Where would I want to go to? why wouldn't I believe that? open and I can show you a world in your heart captivation by a star revelations in a bar recollecting who you are you're best invested in your art so lay to rest the stressful part of running away from what you want and the rest will follow along let your real life start Pick me up
don't let me down
You held me then
So hold me now
(x2) I – believe – in - you

to a little boys and girls with faded hopes around the world keep your little fingers tight around the spear of all you sought stick it to those who hold you down until they bleed what you want cause the possibility of anyone doing anything for you that you won't do for yourself sounds like me with a fan base pretty god damn unlikely til we step from our shadows to show them, we've been fighting it's been years in this room losing sleep to the paper the environment changes but I still breath the same vapor please take me from this place and make me prospeeeeeerrrr i'll keep my back straight and even speak proper ly now I don't mean by that that I want your money just want to be listen to cause currently, rap means more to me than currency it'd be a dream come true to fall asleep at my desk and wake up next to you no time for stress when i'm all up your i-pod no song skip, by god you understood me fully somebody pinch me push me, or pull me from the dream this must be stick to one topic they don't want that non sense well I don't your ad-vice take your ass outside and don't forget your bad vibes damn right I got pride my older brother taught me indirectly, no matter how low your heart swings on your out of tune heart strings knuckle up and keep your fucking head high life ain't what you want, living is getting what you need getting what you want to most, seems make believe the worth of a smile's something you've got to MAKE them see use your words to reach, in their mind and MAKE them believe but when love is true and passion held dear a smile ain't far and happiness is near the coast is clear here you can let in, or out which ever one it's not now come on down from that cloud I know it's pretty up there and all and everyone looks more beautiful with alcohol but some day you'll fall better to step down call it quits on your own bull shit kids, since moderation is key and determination to reach any of you dreams or goals that you hold acceptance is the pen to write your story that's untold

“Chillano” MG to ft Nave --Genesis- I be singing to myself when I know the doors are locked, and I be dancing in the mirror when I know nobody's watching the monitors are bumping every moment that i'm home but i'm honestly not actually often on my own so I separate myself like I live for the road all I talk about's the ride but nobody's seen me drive hide behind the wheel with a passion I conceal for fear of it being real and what it would make it feel persevering through the bad shit and madness to make it to the happiness and never let you know I'm hurting since it's not your fucking burden but your limited knowledge doesn't make me indestructable understand that I am human like I understand you man I ain't got a plan I just chill and play it smart and I don't waste the time if it won't require heart out a breath and brain dead sucked up into a computer and forgot to break bread you must be something stupid mindless and useless wait, let me think you feel stuck too kid we're divided by walls toughing through similar shit blind to each others trouble numb to there struggle and loss over focused on our own bubble and what indecision will cost so please tell me brother how can I lend I hand I can leave a place to land when I can't be there to catch you we won't always just agree but understand that I respect you and if you choose to move on I won't forget you --Nave and Genesis-- Maybe it's just me but it's interesting how we live separate lives and feel the same things but never understand what it's like... for anyone else to fight... (x4) --Nave-- Pulling the bark off the trees so I can roll the leaves We all know life Aint as easy as it seems but wait...  does it even seem easy to you cause everyday i gotta dance While I'm queazy with the flu keep a blanket on my shoulders even when I'm feeling cool or cold I been lost on the road Not knowing where i should go Shit I'm still there  looking Feeling like a housewife Stuck in the kitchen cooking The fridge doors open Im over here pushinga Just mopped the floors I'm falling without cushion  Loosing my grip Bout to slip On this trip We call life I thank God before i fell  My slimy hand dropped the knife Yea its funny right? How these things happen Put me on a cereal box Crunch-i-tize me Capt'n Nah that will never happen  So I'm drinkin captain Morgan Soaring  Flooring the fuckin throttle Until I'm done with that  oversized bottle to make hollow Definition of meditation Ever since 1st grade  i needed medication But i never took it Im cool with who i am And you already know  You the fuckin man --Genesis and Nave-- Maybe it's just me but it's interesting how we live separate lives and feel the same things but never understand what it's like... for anyone else to fight... (x4) --Genesis-- When you don't know where to go -I'm feeling a little lost you can turn your speakers on -Go on turn 'em on when you don't know where to go -I'm feeling a little lost too you can turn your speakers up -Go on turn 'em up --Nave-- when you don't know where to run or hide you can bump this all night turn your speakers to the max and everything is alright (x2)

The woods, speak an ancient language. One that is cold and lifeless, while also vivid and deep. Tongues of chattering leaves carried by the wind to the out stretched ears of trunks held by branches. Messages caressed and decoded by the soft grip of guarding bark. Vibrations of roots, shake to blades of grass forcing themselves to protrude from the surface of the soil translate. Translations tickle the pads or hooves upon the feet of creatures who roam, while the air caught under every feather on each wing whispers a word as they flap in unison to soar. Yes, the woods speak an ancient language. One that is convoluted and elaborate, while also transparent and effortless.

Crushed to dust so I pick up all the pieces crush them together till they build a new thesis like when the water drips from my once colder shoulder, warmer oh maybe now I can hold her the right way, as long as the night stays I could really get used, to these bright days but I can't settle yet got to write, got to rap, got to move, got to jam it all into a groove, and make it feel smooth but I ain't got the time to waste and just wait and I ain't got the patience to lose got just enough gas in the tank to cruise wait I meant coast, never meant to boast through a single line I wrote against the pitter patter on the window when the basement leaks he's bare footed i'm too damn rooted tough weed in the dirt so I weave when I work and I keep it in a verse can the worst still be, worth what I hurts it me personally, i'm far from the first to see their hand transform into a monsters paw with a large set of claws, and an army of clawed up skeletal structures, harbored in the closet some still armored, the homage they paid was they're solace, I stand bloody before you a six foot mystery, who the hell can solve this simply complex as the quantum of all of us what's the quantum of love quantum of passion quantum of hatred quantum of reaction re-flex re-mote re-move re-sult cause and effect and the pain that it holds he left, she's gone, he moved, she sulks cause and effect and the pain that it holds emotional sewer system, eyelid drain holes rain pours down and my roof gives in the rain is figurative, the give in is literal get it, it's like a fist full of pitiful like the minimal at your pinnacle is typical another invisible centerfold been at home wondering why you bend over for everyone and everything just back packing through mind all alone ….wondering when you'll finally run into your back bone you know your cold but it can't be that far gone cause you still feel the shiver when it shakes up your spine when you hear a rhythmically inclined rhyme climbing up the side of the deprived of sight who place to much faith in the sobriety of time to just spread their wings and fly everyone thinks he's moves are so calculated but he's too fucked up that's why his hands move in circles the only time he sobers up is when you're having fun and he realizes he's free now in these moments even you recognize how time flies, so if he does it with hands, then why can't you?

I feel like I get the best sleep when i've got an obligation to fulfill I guess Had a bad morning and afternoon had a bad night and rest of the week too fuck me for not cracking down and pulling weed through a pipe, right, now cause it might, just help me out i've got a problem I can't just stand around I've got a problem I can't stand this sound I've got a problem I can't stand myself so in need of help but incapable of asking just back packing through a field a failure how much grows? …. wouldn't you like to know it's my secret place stacked full of rhymes book and crooked second looks that the general gave me public celebrities deaf, mute emcees the CTA harbors 6 empty seats yet here I stand on my two tired feet so am I... too tired to follow behind herd steady moving or am I... too wired to cease my metaphysical movement this, this is a lose, win lose situation if you think you're not in pain then fuck off out this rain and into your sunset I don't want to see you when I contract, kill another instrumental my voice give out every day now i'm upset look whatchya done did gone and fucked my mood that can't be undid you make me want to scream out scriptures until I raise an army of the undead people are so rude i'm mad enough to stab through your favorite shirt i'm pissed enough to glue all my fingers together to smack you both hands in a shaolin choke stance ...chucking fucking buckets of belt buckle shurikens I know what you thinking man that prong cap and frame cant hit with the impact of a sharpened blade but ain't no blade sharper than my tongue so sure it can I know what your thinking still I ain't no farther forward that was a lateral movement away from your statement like you know where you tooth went but I locked you in the basement after I knocked your face in Had a bad morning and afternoon had a bad night and rest of the week too fuck me for not cracking down and pulling weed through a pipe, right, now cause it might, just help me out but i'm back, i'm dandy i'm feeling pretty handy thinking I might fix all I broke last week but that's negative news looking at that trash heap alarm going off to tell me I can't sleep incapable may not even if I was actually able to probably wouldn't feel at all stable through a day without my blood shot mug shot blurry vision I hurry in the kitchen no, wait that's just forgetting to eat again dehydration and malnourishment but fuck it so long as I got a fist I can feed the pride in between my knuckles I can beat the sky till it buckles any side beat in a restless feast for this midwest beast yum, yum, dinner plate little heat, time to eat see, i'm Daddy to her but it's Mad Hatter to you I got a color pallete of bullets to spray at who disrupts my groove music made to sooth should not be mis-used I give to you my permission to shoot your heartfelt bullets at a artless world color the blank sky till the sleep deprived riot hand them each a can of paint and let them all try it not every song is perfect but most of them great and every now and then I really make you think I guess I guess I had a bad morning and afternoon I guess I had a bad night and rest of the week too