verse 1

think i’ve hit the low point
not able to be stable
paid under the table
with that ever present black label
feeling of no worth
submersed in earth setting
since birth my first step was cursed as the dirt crept
all i ever wanted was to be happy while providing a music stimulus
soundtracking my life experience
think i’m too deep for feet to solidify
that why i hang back further than you can see
making me hard to be identify
cause with in a lie
spins money for catching dinner flies
don’t want be a fat cat
just back pack and pay bills
so what i say feels
call me brill with ill shrill
got more than a good will
a heart that knows the beat well
hit the street looking for inspiration to speak tales
this is what i do when counting sheep fails
my programmings below the average



hook

please, let me be
or let me
sink into the way i feel it comes across
getting lost in melody
the truth is never what you want to believe
but it’s here so paint the picture as you struggle to breath



verse 3

how do i find focus when my mind pulls the self apart
i do it for art
kind of like i’m super man but always clark
as the dark creeps closer
i look within to find that vital self
must apply the help
for better health with in the mind is felt
walk the streets like the living dead
have to make the profits
only way to keep my stomach fed
and a roof over head with dread
dollars matter more than the creative mind stead
lead to believe the world is always ending
with doom pending
i’d rather spend my time with this room venting
the creative art
plays a major part on how my day will start
better with than without
the mind spouts syncrenicity
to better a line the beat i tout beyond simplicity
rhythmic efficiency delivery