A slightly moody, slightly emotional, mostly sardonic compostion full of complaints, dream, aspirations, and acoustics.
Everyone who listens, critiques, supports, and inspires me. Thank you.
And above all, God.
Thank you especially.
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I rebuilt this shit like legos/
Piece by piece closer to peace/
Much like this story,/
Line by line until my cohesion's released/
Looped in the background: "I can't stop, just go, no thought, just flow"/
Back then acapella, but now rearranged/
With a smooth beat as the guitar speaks/
My vision was big like far-up or far-back speculation/
Panoramic views are idealistic/
They lack small nuance observation/
It all began with big ideas/
Amidst medicinal sessions and personal reflection/
Lack of convention for lifestyle ascention/
But propelled by intuitive intentions/
Success was met after the summer/
Long days of haze, long nights of sex/
Or parties, experimentations, debacles, and the like/
Corny and sentimental/
We may have been followed by drama, but the experience was trans-continental/
But I heard destiny calling/
I prayed it was meta-physical, not mental-vox/
I prayed this was more my brighter day, fearing when the other shoe drops/
Fast forward, past the federal garbage bags of deep thought on whim bought/
The 24-hour parties, not sleep, work, shit, study, and just play/
Day after fucking day, everyone's successful, high, tired, and just paid/
Contemplating the next balance between doing homwork and just getting laid/
The money was endless/
The spending obscene/
"The world was our oyster"/
Whatever that means/
Damn/
Then dude left/
Spread his wings and flew/
Left behind although I was accepted too/
My girl had business back on the West Coast/
So it was six more months with a freshie and a gay dude/
Just weeks in we started to clash./
We couldn't pay shit with bills up the ass/
No one had jobs, I balanced full-time and class/
The cable went first and the lights went last/
I started to feel the wind change/
Barely afforded it/
Finally made it/
The shit was hard, but I somehow paid it/
Boo'ed up again/
Pink fluff and feathers/
That culture, that mediterranean weather/
I still had a little cash on me/
So you know/
I didn't wanna seem skeezy/
So you know/
I spent all my dough on/
Well, you know/
Rent, food, and the breezy/
The future's still promising/
The sun is still shining/
My girl and I surviving/
My success is still climbing/
It took less than a minute/
It took longer to spit it/
I'm sure the casualties came bit by little bit/
I try to play it off, still be a rock star, still clowning around/
Remaining the sort of cat with gumption and class/
Drowning without a sound/
I figured my legs could hold it/
This minor shit I can cope with/
Until I began losing my train of thought and feeling claustrophobic/
My father got caught, my mother went backrupt, and I ran out of luck...
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