Don’t feel like commenting on a broken plane
Flying so low, against the grain – it grabs me steady
So we gonna get ready
Im not a hero or your antidote
For this depressing anecdote
Get on the bandwagon, we’re about to fall off
One by one WE ALL FALL DOWN
ALL FALL DOWN
We all fall down
It doesn’t hurt me now
Cause I feel no pain
All the worthlessness and empty gains
On my bedside – just another night
Of endless sleep – No its not alright
Cause one by one WE ALL FALL DOWN
WE ALL FALL DOWN
We all fall down
Now this is the moment
I’m supposed to ignore all this bullshit
Put my feet on the ground and walk ahead with a purpose
And no it’s not worthless - I know I’m impervious
To this clouded condition they call depression is permanent
It permeates through my body – full of decay and debauchery
When was the last time you stepped foot on my property?
It’s probably been many years – Since we’ve seen through the windowpane
Outlook is distorted when you lack all the simple things
Cause one by one like Dominos – once one has been struck - we all fall down
WE ALL FALL DOWN
We all fall down
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Bankz 3:16 (March 16)
Need some verbal stimulation so I can finish up this masterpiece
Need a bootleg in the background - running solo’s got a hold o’ me
And nothing seems to come easy these days
But its all part of the plan now, don’t need to misbehave
And ruin what is right now a perfect disaster
Got no patience to spell it out to you perfectly
It’ll probably end up just like a catastrophe
Welcome to my world, son
Where the sun hides forever under the moon
And the only star to come out at the midnight hour
Is an aging comet, stranded outside, taken to pasture
Motto used to be “no worries”
But now it’s like the opposite, I feel like I’m nervously hurried
To make some better plans, instead of sittin on the sidelines with my head in my hands
So hard to get motivated when everything seems so outdated and useless
Like my past accomplishments – but what I have done lately
Nothing but bullshit
Would like to think that better days are on the horizon
But these broken down fragments of greatness are dryin’
Up like an eroded old riverbed – in the pits of the marsh banks
Full of hand grenades and mistakes – toothaches and fallen grace
More humble now than I’ve ever been
Can’t even pretend anymore that things are on the up and in
More like over and out. Belay my last, gotta get rid of these inklings of doubt
Batter up batter up, time to step out of my comfort zone
And up to the plate, hit a home run and savor the rays
Of sunshine that peak out of ashtrays
Even on dark, dreary days like today
Although it may be cloudy out
I still got my sunnies on
And my success is like a rearview
Objects in mirror are closer than they really appear
Need a bootleg in the background - running solo’s got a hold o’ me
And nothing seems to come easy these days
But its all part of the plan now, don’t need to misbehave
And ruin what is right now a perfect disaster
Got no patience to spell it out to you perfectly
It’ll probably end up just like a catastrophe
Welcome to my world, son
Where the sun hides forever under the moon
And the only star to come out at the midnight hour
Is an aging comet, stranded outside, taken to pasture
Motto used to be “no worries”
But now it’s like the opposite, I feel like I’m nervously hurried
To make some better plans, instead of sittin on the sidelines with my head in my hands
So hard to get motivated when everything seems so outdated and useless
Like my past accomplishments – but what I have done lately
Nothing but bullshit
Would like to think that better days are on the horizon
But these broken down fragments of greatness are dryin’
Up like an eroded old riverbed – in the pits of the marsh banks
Full of hand grenades and mistakes – toothaches and fallen grace
More humble now than I’ve ever been
Can’t even pretend anymore that things are on the up and in
More like over and out. Belay my last, gotta get rid of these inklings of doubt
Batter up batter up, time to step out of my comfort zone
And up to the plate, hit a home run and savor the rays
Of sunshine that peak out of ashtrays
Even on dark, dreary days like today
Although it may be cloudy out
I still got my sunnies on
And my success is like a rearview
Objects in mirror are closer than they really appear
Friday, March 11, 2011
March flies
Why does it seem like dreams are the only means to fulfillment?
Reliving the past screams - viral images of resiliency
But realistically speaking, when I wake up a tank full of sharks
Who’s gonna be with me to tread on these muddy waters?
Challenges
Discouragement is a harsh reality in these words that I spit. Because it feels like I’m just barely breathing, sinking in the pits and underachieving. Realistically speaking, things could be more challenging. And I could always try harder. But the harder I try, the longer I fall. Depression of the past was much worse than right now. But hope for a strong future is sounding like yesterday - instead of what it should be - tomorrow.
Humility
Living in the basement.
No steady girlfriend or room for advancement.
Dirt bone broke, poor like a peasant
In a global society where I’m not an active participant
Afraid of my past accomplishments
Becoming more and irrelevant, with each passing day
Faith
God is out there. He might let me fall on my face but he will not let me drown. Faith is the substance, evidence is unseen. And to the naked eye, beauty can be unclean. And happiness is a state of mind, resulting from improper virtue. And a truth followed blindly can sometimes discourage you. But don’t let it in. Instead hold on to the faith that you have stored from within.
Reliving the past screams - viral images of resiliency
But realistically speaking, when I wake up a tank full of sharks
Who’s gonna be with me to tread on these muddy waters?
Challenges
Discouragement is a harsh reality in these words that I spit. Because it feels like I’m just barely breathing, sinking in the pits and underachieving. Realistically speaking, things could be more challenging. And I could always try harder. But the harder I try, the longer I fall. Depression of the past was much worse than right now. But hope for a strong future is sounding like yesterday - instead of what it should be - tomorrow.
Humility
Living in the basement.
No steady girlfriend or room for advancement.
Dirt bone broke, poor like a peasant
In a global society where I’m not an active participant
Afraid of my past accomplishments
Becoming more and irrelevant, with each passing day
Faith
God is out there. He might let me fall on my face but he will not let me drown. Faith is the substance, evidence is unseen. And to the naked eye, beauty can be unclean. And happiness is a state of mind, resulting from improper virtue. And a truth followed blindly can sometimes discourage you. But don’t let it in. Instead hold on to the faith that you have stored from within.
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