jm: i be doing my best impression
of that motherf-cker charlton heston
not til you pry my words from my cold dead hands
and these old wrote notes wrote with old -ss pens
will i ever give in to things i hold principles on…
paly instruments of influence
with balance drawn lights off and on
its complicated between hopes and hatred
sleep: just fading away waiting patient but it’s
getting the best of me lately
and the weights breaking me down
i’m out of breath out of next steps
seems out of my reach out of my league want out of
i’m working hard be certain of that i’ve raised the bar
i’ve gained my scars got a purpose in rap i played my
i’m in the history when the town appears on the map
and you can miss me when i’m out of here…
i’m out of here i’m out of here
i’m out of here i’m way out
i ain’t ever gonna get through to you
way out here
just looking for something just don’t know what it is
jm: if you don’t know and can’t find out what it is
that bugs you, when you bug out you can’t outrun you
run from the girl who tells you that she loves you…
like you walking on the edge of the cliff and just she
is it better, to be better than not to be
not necessarily bad but not much better
regrets will getcha no rocks to roll with.
just want someone to stroll with drink cold beers and
be conscience be focused. what else?
long term growth, especially of myself..
fix this hot mess i call my love life
i love life (this much) but don’t have no love life.
im out of here, i need to right old wrongs,
fix this old dog broke down by social flaws.
social b-tterfly opening doors, opening bras,
i’m deep in its jaws, i’m out of here.
sleep: now my pen’s my pal my then and now similar my
friends can vouch
i get it out with syllables since i was a kid, i’ve
been about it
bouncing around ounce on the counter lounge on the
couch with no encounters acting bananas paying the
bills with soda cans in my anchor head manor
some would say the glory days have came and went away
but i’m a believer those kids are deceived i’m keeping
it moving for those days
remember the conversations the hours of plotting to
make the nation see
the nw was here to fill the vacancy.
and still we kill it we stay building real deal not
acting like we the illest
i’m a diligent intelligent city slicker hooligan
nit picker for relevance a tic away from rule again
my mic’s luminous soon i’m -ssuming the form of c-mulus
stupid kid get a clue the acid rain’s the proof of it!
i’m a moon mover a planet rocker a tidal waver
an approved ruler a soundscaper a dragon slayer