Had a lot of love...... and a lot of paaaaassssion, if you wondering that's how I made it here, fifth element in actioooooonnnnn.... (x2) With a lack of muscle, and a little under weight I was something like 10 rocking a Chad Muscalade with the panther bearings, thinking someday this stuff'll pay the bills or stuff a duffle bag with a different kind of bills for the time that it kills falling on my ass in the backyard wondering why everyone's been staring.. every manual a balancing act falling on my grinds unaware of how to properly react wiping... blood from my cuts thinking I should probably go back... inside and find a new hobby to have kick with the cartoons.. like I haven't got a whole lot of friends but if I did I bet that's the shit, they'd do so I spit out my fear of falling on the concrete, on the concrete with a lugi, cause a busted elbow and a little gravel in the knees ain't enough to move me, from a dream of kick flipping a stair case i'm aware of your gaze ignore your concern, focus on the angst eyes forward straight face, power in my back foot ..this next ollie's gonna prollly push me off to space you want me to wait, sit think and hesitate but I ain't made space on my plate for those days Had a lot of love...... and a lot of paaaaassssion, if you wondering that's how I made it here, fifth element in actioooooonnnnn.... (x2) check the chisel tip I equip and scribble on anything but the brick in order to live... check the bit of paint, drip more than a little Montana on my kicks from the border of it black background with a confused outline encasing a white inside, it looked like life and felt a little like mine, finding anxiety when questioning how the hell i'm spending all my time left it in parenthesis, like this is how I said it encased it in a cloud like how ever you can get it stealing fat caps from my brothers fat stack beanie on my head never rocked a snap back shaking the RustOleum dreaming of the train tracks waking up in class...where my brain lacks mark up my desk head hooome to relax... hunker down and sketch alone with the splats hissed on the wall, from a can in my fist when i'm pissed at it all and my friends won't call 40 miles west, with a pain my chest skin muscle and bone from the nothing I ingest escaping in the curvature of letters connecting and transforming into arrows, there goes, a- nother page in my sketch book another day of tense looks waiting to pull a marker and leave my mark here Had a lot of love...... and a lot of paaaaassssion, if you wondering that's how I made it here, fifth element in actioooooonnnnn.... (x2)

With a candlewick lit, I’ma have little trouble Just lettin’ sit, come on in bubble baby We can share a lick, and I hope that’s not Over in-appropriate, I’m just hoping by The end of the, show we click, I’ve got a lot of merch I need to sell quick, it’ll take a pair of tits To direct those eyes, belonging drunk Pricks as they walk by, so what do you say? Will you be my princes for the rest of the niiight I could be your prince, meet back stage With a little something more, of what I’m not sure It could your name, or it could be a hug All I really want, is some of your love It’s not an altercation, of premeditation In the moment, it’s spontaneous, and A bit of appreciation, goes a long way I’ve been the basement, all damn day I’ve got to turn the heat off, in order to record Get your feet lost, below the floorboard Get lost in mine, if you’re bored of your wars Genesis is mine, now what’s yours Na, na baby, ya gotta give me more Alright fine, only if you’re sure Go on tell cabbie, what’s your address Yes I’ll be happy, once you’re undressed You got a nice place with a beautiful décor Looking cute hanging my coat on the door But why do I remember that living room floor Wait a minute girl, have I been here before She giggled like “silly you came last week Pun intended…you said I was a freak. Oh and did I mention my friend you’re gonna meet She loves your music even more than me” I’m like nope, but I’m cool with that Hope this ain’t joke, I’m a fool like that Hand in my pocket, check my rocket Hard as a rock and ready for any option Just then looked up to see her dress droppin’ Heard the screen door then some light knockin’ Door opened up, I’m like GOD DAMN What did I do to deserve these fans? Repeat playlist, grown up crush I ain’t even famous, this must be love “You got a home studio?” yeah that’s right “Tell us what it’s like, while we work your mic” I’ve got to turn the heat off, in order to record Get your feet lost, below the floorboard Get lost in mine, if you’re bored of your wars Genesis is mine, now what’s yours About an hour ago, I said I needed more Then I was like fine, only if you’re sure Go on tell cabbie, what’s your address Yes I’ll be happy, once you’re undressed And that you were, next was her I ain’t one to get worked up by nerves But you two are sexy comic book nerds ..Showing love to my Green Goblin shirt Getting me sloppy rocking out To my recent work, and it’s god damn loud (wait a minute, hold up yo what the fuck) Then I realized, I ain’t released that yet How’d you get a hold this, go on get dressed! “Genesis relax, you seem a little stressed we’ve been playing with the tip now we’ll take it to the neck I promise in a minute you’ll forget your upset” Just then rushed in a feeling so great Eyes roll back like I’m looking at my brain Ladies save me, I’m going insane “Shhhh baby, let us do our thing”

I should tell you right now, i'm no good i'm no good, so I guess I should I should tell you right now, i'm no good i'm no good at this rapping shit So I like to gloat a little, ain't I earned write i'ma go and get a pistol, turn this to a fight right hook induced coma, hello, good night might look confused sober... but a mellow mood might brighten up your day, mic check and we say 1 to the 2, 1 to the 1, 2 i'm a moon light diamond..shine right it ease through your shades, dangling on your window and the same goes for those, cliff hanging on your nose hanging which ya bros, we know how it goes a lot of close encounters of the closeted kind i'd head to bank to deposit what I find to my surprise, they only take pay stubs utterly confused they don't know what the fuck to do with your failed dreams and dysfunctional love but I ain't much better off buying food with friendships whats the consensus, i'm fucked at the fences swinging for penmanship, and anything less is definite-ly, not enough for me Yo, who the fuck thought this would be cool to do, feels like i'm getting sucked off, by a cork screw and that sucks more than 8 dudes in lakeview and for prospective, that's at least 8 gay dudes but don't get it twisted, don't get it confused it's just a more like likely metaphor than saying something like 8 dudes in Englewood and I ain't got a problem with either hood (white boy good!) black kids love me cause i'm not afraid of them and their skin for a false fucking reason... white kids love me cause I don't give a fuck I guess they figure i've got shit to teach them... I don't know about anyone else, but I doubt they like my music though all the ladies love cause i'm weird and confusing I should tell you right now, i'm no good i'm no good, so I guess I should (x2) I should tell you right now, i'm no good i'm no good at this rappin shit (slurred) i'm not good at this rapping shit (nerdy) i'm not good at rapping? SHIT! (nerdy and confused) what the fuck am I doing, misconstruing processes missed what sign said, misusing objects and prospects on projects, speaking into a mic ha ha ha HA, na that's nonsense beat em over the head instead they get the point faster here's my 58, it doubles as a hammer (beating over the head, someone yelling) I get it, your Genesis, you rock a mic right if you hold it too tight, you might crush it in spite of your love for it. You're god damn right now solo that track, save it and export it yo, YO what the fuck are you doing, that's the mute button...you stu- I don't give a shit do you want them to know? That i'm a good rapper yeah, it seems like you're fuckin up, acting like you've never worked pro tools before yeah, oh yeah, sure, you trying to make me look stupid Gunny no no genesis that's not it at all it's just that you should probably tell them now tel-tell them what, what should I tell them? Th-th-th-th oh, oh mother fucker, you think they don't know that? That you're no good mother fucker they know that you think they'd be listening if they didn't know that I was NO good get the fuck outta the studio grab me a sandwich while your crying and there better not be any tears on my god damn sandwich!

Wings spread wide like I know where to go you pushed this to be how far from home wings spread wide like please take me home to work not to sleep is for the weak with no passion of their own...sick of being sewn shut sick of feeling so defeated like I haven't grown up this passion gets depleted when it's not shown love but I guess that shows a little you know hat my childish instincts trying to keep the pen straight cause yeah it's good to vent but try not menstruate trying not to pass out, how like I been awake trying to maintain relationships how long I been away don't take it personally it's been a long day and i'm sorry to say i've got more on the way cause I made 100 songs that sounded like shit here's to 100 more instead of calling it quits time to live a life you are not afraid of cash in the fear in you, make the pain pay up, passion'll make the late nights wake up (if it) didn't hurt at first what you made ain't love (x2) it's a hell of life wondering where the right went when the wrong path is the only one the light hit okay with coping with the comfort that a lighter gives ...try to make it right, surprised by what a fight it is spilling scapegoats, if your mouth ain't shut vices not the problem, you need to wake up you don't really want to succeed, that's the punch self pity really means, you don't give a fuck enough to just work, cause any skater knows you've gotta kick and push before you can coast and you can have pride, but only ignorant boast support and respect, cheers with your crew, but tap it on the table, for the bar tender too, i'm working this hard unafraid to pursue cause I made 100 songs that sounded like shit here's to 100 more, each better than before (once all through 8 bars, slow and paced) time to live a life you are not afraid of cash in the fear in you, make the pain pay up, passion'll make the late nights wake up if it didn't hurt at first what you made ain't love time to live a life you are not afraid of cash in the fear in you, make the pain pay up, passion'll make the late nights wake up (if it) didn't hurt at first what you made ain't love (x2) see I had a problem, out of focus snag I wanted it, yeah, but I didn't it bad now I want it more than a smile or a laugh cause if I get this, i'll get both those back presents in a bag, “open whenever” tag my life right now, I dreamed of in the past but my future life, I am not dreaming up i'm building that life by speaking up I can see it now, soon able to touch so dear friends, i'll be gone for a while but this is a letter of recognition see how close we are, no matter how far apart been through a few winters, trying to get this car to start gas tank dry and the engine was fried but you'll still try, if your stubborn as I took 100 to run, the next sets to fly time to live a life we are not afraid of cash in the fear in us, make the pain pay up, passion'll make the late nights wake up (if it) didn't hurt at first what we made ain't love (x2)

Now, here is where the dysfunction lays there's a battle ground breathing in your brain war drums, beating on the plane dropping bombs just for the sake of saying we sent you a letter home, did you get it the aftermath of the explosion let us know lord knows we entered the coordinates ourselves there is no ordinance to protect against that which was purposefully dealt, I hope you felt it I hope the radiation burns, I hope the scars last a life time, I hope when you finally die there's no ashes for urns...i hope the quarantine subjects you to a life a solitary ailments and no treatment I hope the TV's in your 20 mile wide radius play this so you see IT...i hope when your electricity runs out and your infected run rampant, your dreams try to forget this but your nightmares preach IT. I hope all the things you cherish are reduced to smoldering smog, I hope you lose everyone you love in the fall out and fog, I hope the toxic oxygen tears up your lungs, I hope you never see the sun I hope you find a mirror, or a puddle clear enough to see what you've become. I hope monster on the outside turns on the victim on your inside I hope you cry for salvation and only find sanctity in your hatred, I hope you become so emotionally vacant, that you eat your daughter alive when I force your paths to cross for the show that it provides I hope you realize that just because you cry for my brother in the sky and pray to our father, doesn't mean that any of us fucking like you we don't have to smite you to spite you we can just watch you...die cause you do that well your damn selves with the capacity for love, you're quick to pick a fist instead never learning from blood already bled you lie, you cheat, you rob, you steal, you murder, you maim, you rape, you never change, given some are just inclined to watch the world burn the rest of you think you're better but you're just too fucking weak to try and put out the fire

With a pebble in his shoe and a limp in his step he walked like it was swagger and made the best of struggle he ain't ask for move forward regardless cause what's a plan for now, he al-ways thought that, we had arms and feet so we can scrap on top of what we stand for cause what's a stance worth with no power to hold it down like a king with a crown on some unstable ground it's bound to crack to beneath you and leave you unfound swallowed an empire over night and left without a sound downtown now i'm lake shore bound state your devoutness I am all about this words of the spoken hurts of the broken bonds of the hopeless problems we cope with somehow we lose focus but I see you down there soon I'll find where the rope is then we grown in the comfort of our own bliss whispers in the wind rumors in the hurricane when what you said then hurt her again the same (count 8) (x2) With an off brand wardrobe and a shape that was her own she walked like it was beauty and made light of names people threw around loosely i'm drawing pencil stabs across the loose leaf I wrote it so hard, that the desk spoke it to me when I surpassed time allotted by like 6 songs the floor boards broke it to me all I aimed to do was inform her that no matter what the world think, I adore her I had seen her in class where I slept in the back I could plainy see no tailor tore her jeans road weathered cloths I wanted to hold her close and go where they won't frightened by their fear but I heightened and saw clear I can fix a lot things no hearts beyond repair careful or you'll miss what's beyond a blank stare i'll only whisper love cause it could be a hurricane if spoken loud enough whispers in the wind rumors in the hurricane when what you said then hurt her again the same (count 8) (x2) i've pained a lot people with the words that I use if I hurt you i'm sorry that's the honest truth just i've been flipping words since I was like 10 so i've been walking circles since I was like 10 though growth is debatable cause I can't see back down the road that I chose and up different path but i'm holding up my hand for all that I believe in and you don't know my name yet so I am not leavin! I love you, for that I don't even need a reason but if I did it's all the lovely things that you do even when no one sees them kindness is rare since respect ain't in style but you invest thought in each one of your decisions and that's a trait I have not seen, in a, while i'm down to work hard ...and do whatever's asked but I won't stepped on while kissing someones ass it's the viking blood and things family taught it's his Marine tags not a damn chain you bought

Skin pulls back, and holds so tight surface imperfections, a bumpy sight discolored knuckles like, you've been in a fight body starts to rumble, you are not alright the first thing to go, is dexterity every movement is manic, and yes that's scary a clenched fist helps, but only just barely if you don't warm up soon, you'll sacrifice clarity and you gon' cold sweat through everything you're wearing see ..the plan to be the man is not uncommon but apparently ..this calamity is damaging the average em- -cee, you are on stage, there is no plan B at this very moment, every negative second of your life, is flashing, leaving a trail of wreckage and if you don't drop your sails, you have missed the message if you don't pull your shoot, then you have missed the message (x2) hesitation is key to use sparingly you chose this road, so daringly (you've got to) stand and give until your last ration or just leave giving into the panic's not the answer, trust me i'm full of cold shakes, and coated in second thoughts but if my throat breaks, then the, message is lost we're the, dimension of fourth, love without the force followed by the forfeit, buried in more shit just know that how you feel, is not how you'll appear but how you appear, isn't always how you felt it'll always start out, painful and foreign I guess what i'm saying, is you can't train for it …..... moment …...... second …..... flashing ......... wreckage ...this........moment, every ....... second ..life ..........flashing, leasving …... wreckage at this very moment, every negative second of your life, is flashing, leaving a trail of wreckage and if you don't drop your sails, you have missed the message if you don't pull your shoot, then you have missed the message ..been running for a while, and out breath but I went from Radioshack mics to Audio Technica grabbed my style like “it's time to develop ya!” smile turning down shit they're selling up up sells an up charge selling bars claiming they can make you a star but a, star implodes and swallows itself whole, a self fulfilling prophecy nick named the ego, passing it we go passionately so, laughing in the cheap row cash is in the pea coat, ash and set fire to the paper with a weak note, rapping through a key hole (like) come and cop a secret, it's true so... you don't need to believe it....

Now you could choose to see What you wanna see in me But I’m beautiful Yeah, I’m beautiful (x3) now the rain drops stop the pitter patter on the rock ..got they heads cocked I hit the batter with the block they want you to fight a lot I want you to climb the ladder with the lock and find what they hiding at the top I’m an uncensored victim of the government control Fluoride and GMO’s in your breakfast bowl …Say hello to a future you ain’t think you’d know Illuminati trying to pull you in the undertow Assume you caught me trying to fool you simply for the dough But soon you’ll probably find me fool-ishly forced to go Tyrannical force choke, the planet is for show On demand in your home, the plan is to so slow Engulf your focus so you love living like roaches Hypnosis….but I think a lot Tyrannosaurus flow sick, big fucking head Little ass closed fist how am I supposed to slow this Pro-cess…. Man I’m so upset Now you could choose to see What you wanna see in me But I’m beautiful Yeah, I’m beautiful (x3) Yeah the rain drops stopped, but washed away all the chalk Of course we got cops but we’re still afraid to talk I think they tapped my phone I think you should go home Shit maybe you’re right? I don’t even know or Understand what I’m mad at, where my fans at I’m just following a new fad that, Said I should rap, So here I am at A vocal booth with a bone to pick, hopeless Motionless, where the focus gets… Way more attention than it notices…first World problems I’m probably phoney as it gets You shouldn’t listen to this, get some, gangsta shit I’m a, anxious prick, who, thinks his spit Is the dankest shit, to hit your ear drums So here it comes, cause no matter what, you Say, or you think, I am beautiful Now you could choose to see What you wanna see in me But I’m beautiful Yeah, I’m beautiful (x3) Now the raindrops stopped the pitter-patter on the block But we ain’t collect enough, shit we ain’t collect a lot So somebody ain’t getting water in they pot Grip it tight right? Feels like you’ve been shot And you can’t numb it, unless you’re in shock Empty stomach…what a twist in the plot When you’ve given all you gotten, still feel rotten ..pain ain’t stoppin’ turn a new rock and Burn that old leaf, cut and old tree just To build a new project cut another one cause Eviction notices need restockin…. Melt every desk from every closed down school Just build some bigger rockets…. Get yo money go and line your pockets… ..I’ll be on the side lines laughing When you’re ugly dream of America’s collapsing Now you could choose to see What you wanna see in me But I’m beautiful Yeah, I’m beautiful (x3) Now the raindrops stopped, the pitter patter in my mind I’m at a, loss for words at a, crucial time A lot a, people I know think it’s, stupid to rhyme You can, take it or leave it’s, how I use my time But half of my songs aren’t, outlines properly Seven different subjects are, hard to follow obvious- -ly, but my brain runs a muck, and unless you Give one serious fuck there’s no stopping me Don’t believe all you read, and don’t trust me… I’m another beast playing sheep when I’m fussing… …Yeah…but don’t be afraid I am just a sheep playing beast when I’m cussing, I Could kick up a dust storm about nothing …And you’ve just seen that So believe that…I can be a mean cat And so can you, but when we’re not We’re beautiful We’re beautiful We’re beautiful We’re beautiful You could choose to see What you wanna see in you but from right here I’ve got a view full of beautiful I’ve got to thank you for

you could meet me down where the sun'll set i'll be singing a song everyone'll forget so off tune you'll awkwardly move in my general direction to make it look like an accidental intersection of our contradicting paths … yeah.. but stack up your emotions like exponents in math so I know your night ain't going half bad you ain't off kilter or rolling of the plan- ned path.. now hold my hand a little something to grasp ain't to much to ask for we can get gone or is that too forward? We don't have to stay long this ain't the type of song to get encored or get the artist asked to stay and play on... they want him off the stage so the mainstream can place a blade in the face of everyone that came cover charge is death that's like paying to LISTEN to cigarettes burn! come and cop cancer but, no puff for you no one has the answer so what's up to you is consciously avoiding those who pretend to numb without materials grown up with silver spoons in they cereals thinking they're fucking miracles …....... that's when Magicarp evolves into Gyrodos and eats the whole load of dumb fucks that slow the boat that we row by the weight of the ego they've been building mountains while we've been moving bridges we don't want to get trapped in their avalanches and buried in their ditches i've been staining paper since reaching double digits when'd you find passion, what is it you did with it tell me all about it I really want to listen tell me all about it I really want to listen (pause) meet me in the yard where the bonfire's on ...every bird that rises from the ash is a bond every glance is thought is under breath but spoken is a whisper of a word is a chant that gets heard is a poem that gets learned is a song... and we all sing along every glance is a thought every thought is under breath but spoken what is spoken is a whisper of a word that word is a chant that gets heard what is heard is a poem that gets learned what is learned is a song …. and we all sing along...like Storm clouds part to show beauti-ful days...(x4)

Sick nasty, get you caught up in a spinoplasty Running around in a ruffled collar screaming Oh that’s RANDY, wait that’s Gordon Must be the Rambsy, I’m driving in a pick up You think I don’t enjoy it some-body RAMS ME ...I have always got a short mid and long range Rifle….HANDY, I do little dandy And stab the beat in It’s six back feet So it limps leaning AT ME, if you were a sponge bob I would gut your Patrick and fuck your SANDY Atilla the killa built a castle of BONES And sat at the top in his femur throne! Suzy is sick here at home, Where the fuck is FEMA goin’? Oh, Now you got me rowing a boat down the wrong river It’s a bit brisk, cold enough to make you shiver Numb it all with alcohol, stick it to your liver Cause you’ll always buy poison if we label liquor You’re an asshole too, but I could shit one bigger I understand a tattoos permanent, listener I never once hinted that I thought it was a sticker Passion bought me time, but for what do you figure Talking shit in a rhyme but, will I pull a trigger But will I say the rhyme, you’re thinking I’ll deliver There’s black man around the corner, he’s a, grave digger That’s his occupation, wait…what Did you think I’d say he’s a slave or a……na I run ya like the Riddler, when I cut you down a sliver Cause a mouse in the maze can’t see the bigger picture And a rat in a trap, is feeling pretty hindered When he hears the cat, and confirms it’s her Game over! Thanks for playing It was fun for me I’m just saying

This music grabbed my heart when I was just a little kid so i'ma grab the cartridge out the rap 64 and smash it excuse me ( smash SFX) i've had a slight change of passion but can you blame me? I'm sick of rapping about rapping for the sake of rapping, see no one can stand in that much shit and not puke or pass out from the smell of it ..sick of everybody fronting in they songs like they don't do it for the hell of it ..there's no telling kid.....so it's irrelevant shit talk is cheap, so it shouldn't sell records when it's all you breathe, you ain't reckless... you're scared to reck your bubble, so you copy and you paste 17 of the same songs on your set list the very last thing in the world that that is is impressive ..trying to find a message, that's the benefit, of the doubt that i've generous-ly allowed, to.. live in your favor...but alas...there's no fruit from your labor just loops on your paper...save the oxygen others could use the vapor..you could use a hater with a mean right hook, maybe living crooked good give you a better look, if you're not too shook you might find a book, and like what's in the binding feel so enlightened that at first it was blinding at worst this verse is a poor example of writing at best it's igniting a trail blazing through brain it's amazing and painful at the same time when you realize you're only alive when your falling so keep falling...and standing, taller when you're back up, but back up never, stand down only to learn what you missed by thinking you were too fly be down on the ground like the rest of us I could've guessed it was, a bit too much but i'm sick of side steps, and half truths I just want to be honest with you, that's what gets it done I don't smoke weed, but it's time to be blunt a lot of us are just plain fucking dumb buying into the system and what it wants us to become so when I get stabbed on the train for my pen I ain't gonna blame you, i'm gonna blame them for luring weak minds, to the wrong end of the spectrum, let dumb be dumb in a way that doesn't hurt anyone, but that ain't what they want... so I get, the potential to be robbed by a crack addicted white kid who made more money this morning than I did ( last week) and all I did, was speak for knowledge and live for love, but god fucking damnit I guess that's not enough, now I've got to answer to the bluff of a dumb fuck stuck behind the barrel of a pumped up gun, shell in the chamber he ain't a warm body with a mind and a soul he's a shell of anger, I could yell in danger but who is gonna help, this scared society won't provide for me, anything more than a peripheral view of the scene, a look away and a shuffle along, i'm not their problem my life not worth how far their fear has got them so fuck em, cause i'm not them all I need is what i've got, and what i've got is ten seconds, to empty all my pockets, but by look of him it could be four, he's skipping all odds and even a few evens, believe you me i'm heavy breathin.....having trouble seeing beyond this moment, this is alive and the realest i've felt in the longest time ….. the only providing, me with anything is the one robbing, me for everything (x4 repeating under continuation of verse) the feelings i've felt with the hearts i've melted dealt a little sideways taking back roads instead of highways, habits i've broken led to hide aways, anxieties open minds in unkind ways, a phase i'm hoping will quickly dissipate and give way to greater good this ain't the way, I meant to live, I could do better I should forever, if this ignorant mind with a gun aimed mine would be so kind as to leave me alive

If this is the first time, anyone on Funk Volume Is hearing me on a track, I want this to be a positive Introduction, most of these entries, are gonna Be I’m the shit, and these other rappers aren’t There’s a time and a place for bragging and boasting But I don’t want to focus on the other rappers I want to tell you a story, about my shoes (start beat) My shoes, my shoes My shoes, my shooooooes My shoes, my shooooooes I’ve got a fan base, to match my shit shoes Fresh out the shower, stinking up the booth Rugged and worn, scuffed beaten and torn Forced on the first step like a weak pawn About week away, from that duct tape and glue, had Em five years, so that means they know me better than some of my friends do They’ve weathered every mother fucking Storm that I’ve been through, tasted the venues While I peeped the menu, I’m sorry You’re my soul and my tongue, march like an army Step by step, from dirt to cement Rubber and cloth, made to protect Now it only looks good? Well if all gets scrapped Labeled useless rap, remember one thing I’ve got a lot weight, just laying on my shoulders But that’ll never match, what you’re holding for both of us My shoes, my shoes My shoes, my shooooooes My shoes, my shooooooes I got em for free, and they were jet black Now their looking beat down resembling ash But i don’t want to scrap em and land em in the trash I want em in a case on a stand with a plaque If you’re ready to laugh, then you don’t understand All the times we’ve had, getting good at being bad Running through the alleys hopping fences dodging sentences Carrying me home so I can punctuate my sentences Tried to keep em clean, brushing like a dentist is Then it was all ME! I don’t care how my dependent lives So, I remained oblivious to simple blemishes Until they blossomed into severed stitches on the edges Trimming em like hedges, hiding when I can Cause now they’re not impressive, four years later and I finally learned my lesson, I got for free but They we’re inexpensive, name brand stuff Not always the best shit, I’ve got a lot of friends With a fresh pair of kicks, soon to meet the closet Where all the dead live. Unscuffed untouched un- Torn….never given the chance To love being worn, and show they're support They’re cold like bones, and they warm, carrying you home cold like bones, and they warm, carrying you home My shoes, my shoes My shoes, my shooooooes My shoes, my shooooooes

Insert adlib…this is interfaced Usb to the computer, I’m living in technology If you could see inside of me, you would see a tired beast A product of societies, and, failed lobotomies I’m trippin’ on the state side hopin’ someone proud of me ..i fell into the game time, and collapsed the faction Shaking the foundation with every gram of passion Changing what you thinkin’ in just a simple passin’ I’m just a simple man, receiving the call for action Matter a fact, a man inside a fire breathing dragon Grabbing puppet strings draggin’ claws along the path when When style, and substance, were surpassed by fashion Everyone in the aisle grabbed an, oxygen mask and Everybody else at windows scratching and gasping This is not a drill, this plane is crashing You could see in the reaction of more than half the staff since This is not a drill, this plane is crashing The engine has detached, the wings are in fragments This is not a drill, this plane is crashing The moment feels massive, my body is thrashin’ This is not a drill, this plane is crashing The pilot passed out, soon as he could see the ground This is not drill, this plane is going down ….. the women in the front aisle, holdin’ her son been calling for a while but, God ain’t gonna come I’m reaching cross the seat tryin’ to keep my girl calm But what a fucking dream for me to be stirred from I’m a little bit distracted it had to mean to something The last moments of madness and manic are an eruption I’m feelin’ hot enough to implode into combustion Man what I would give to be on a couch doing nothing …..doing nothing….. I’ve got a letter for my nephew I ain’t had time to write At least I’m flying next to, the love of my life But this the longest fall feel like a serrated knife The beauty in it all, I’m reminded I’m reminded I’m a- Live… I’m reminded I’m reminded I’m a- Live… I’m reminded I’m reminded I’m a- Live… I’m reminded I’m reminded I’m a- Bout to die…you see…. This is not a drill, this plane is crashing You could see in the reaction of more than half the staff since This is not a drill, this plane is crashing The engine has detached, the wings are in fragments This is not a drill, this plane is crashing The moment feels massive, my body is thrashin’ This is not a drill, this plane is crashing The pilot passed out, soon as he could see the ground This is not drill, this plane is going down ….. Feels like my father letting down the see saw …There’s no turbulence in free fall (x3) I kiss my girl on head with her face in my chest I said it’s okay baby, it’s just time to rest Put my hand on the glass, gave God another chance And he said…….nothing…. Crash…

Split spine twisted and dripping Lysergic Can’t find the attention to see if I’m nervous Too high to see behind the smile on my surface Too fly to see my dirt styles on purpose Lift the draw bridge if ya scratching my curtains Give it all your caution, traction not certain Patches of black ice and cross roads of serpents Trapped in the fast life like THAT grows the person But I guess that’s life I might well write about it I got the rappin-itis so I might be right about it But I’m rabid, and I might just, come off as right around it Call it passion, of the mic cause, I like the way it sounded I was, gonna get high but some body dropped the acid I was, supposed to die but the, venom was passin’ I was, just gonna go lie but found honesty in rapping I was sittin’ down to write but blacked out what happened