Im sick of existing inside of, an over emotionally controlled mind fuck
Where every thought and action, cause habit to blind us, (twisted in a mix)
Twisted in a mix of busy business with flimsy opinions and a bit tied up oblivious to what time does
The seconds waste, We're led astray, from a precious age in our arrogant america
my parents took care of and did they're absolute best to raise my radical mental state
to a better place and generate a general sense of ethical depth
but Ego's swell and entertain our evil and self centered brains to level the head
so I went rebel and left, dipped from the crib, figured I'd settle for less
Sending em texts, like mama, papa let your birdie leave the nest, dont worry
I've got wings to spread, I need excessive indulgence in drama weed and sex
check the reality, living check to check, never took a second look at the textbooks
but I never put down the pen, pushed it to the paper, pages ripped and wasted
learning my limitations in a journal of innovation, Its crazy
Five years ago I was 18, slick and anxious to break away from safety and embrace it
break away from the equation
break away from structure--
break away from supervision--
Big-headed, fearless with selective hearing, If I'd choose to listen, it was meant sincerely
Too many confessions buried, I was loosing interest in this world, in myself, in a cooler image
but refused to give in, moving in and outta temporary tenant housing, when I think about it
Not much has changed, Im still underpaid, and kinda crowded for comfort space but I allow it
Stomach aches comes by the hour, In my younger days I just wanted to run away but I doubt it
would've empowered independence or freedom
wishful thinking isn't for thinkers wishing without reason, as of recent this indecent delinquent has been
piecing together dreams, to gather peace and rarely sleeping
carefully breathing meaning through this music, the truth is
I've been feeling useless-
trying to describe... the time frame that my entire life changed
I managed to find fate inside blind dates with destiny, testing me--insight made a mess of me
death in threes, ecstasy, debt and bleaker mind states sending me to my grave
side tracked by cash flux and migraines, resilient and irate,
begging for brilliance, I'd still fill the stanzas with my pain

Life is a playground, I sit on the swings
Life is a let down, I snipped off the strings
I was a puppet with puppy dog eyes
and a pin point description of addiction, symptoms lingering
under fog skies, thunder songs cry, flick my cigarette
nose runny roads bumpy, just another nobody adjusting, vomit and lay low
Enjoying a walk in the rain soaked, its calming and tranquil,
to God Im unfaithful, but Im still exploiting and stalking his angels
some ubiquity above must love the humility I trust (TRUST) solid and fatal
What the fucks wrong with me, Im no longer the same soul
The confidence fades slow, like oh bother, pondering my incompetence
shake rolled, doctoring the ganja hits, stay stoned
no stops on the way home but I still feel
My breeds on the brink of extinction lost and unstable