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(álbum: SHUT UP, GET HAPPY - 2022)


When I feel like dying then I start rhyming... is that too cringe...? Fuck it, man. Just hit the keys
Nice. Now the choir
(You've been)
Woo!
(You've been so good to me)
All right, all right!
(I owe it all)
(You've been, you've been so good to me)
I think I got something. Here we go
(I owe it all)

Little footsteps
Immortalized in history's cement
The horror stories come true, unless you got more than "intent"
Your starting reps are poorly written, there's no way to repent
But thanks to improvising, rising check how far you done went
Ya rivals' eyes on the prize
You're diving deep to survive
That reef-less ocean
Of constant motion
Of kids with guns reloading
Bold and focused, told that most miss
Their first SHOTS, throw in the towel
Before their magnum opus
The speed of the climb is keeping young minds hopeless
But rhymes are still land mines
On the front lines, of the war zone
Known as "post modern times"
The hard earned pennies and dimes
And nickels of "common sense"
Of youngin's searching for more
Become a living expense
The world's a nasty place of happy faces painted on masks
And if you say it unironically, the internet laughs
The straight and narrow isn't fair though
Got two lose-lose paths
So I choose to heckle myself
The method ain't special, it's math, ya know?

Ragged, reckless, what's your wisdom?
You had your riches, then you kissed 'em
Goodbye
For lies, and pyrite skies
Rolling dice while never opening up your eyes
Atop this throne of sticks and stones
'Bout a thousand miles from a hollowed home
I'll shout
Thrive
Survive
You are alive
Don't let 'em tell ya two and two makes five

Rejection sensitive inventive kid, who cried as she'd make
I was defensive, sad, creative, planning every escape
I fled to gutters on the net to vent insatiable hate
Why should it alarm ya, suddenly karma hit me smack in the face
Sure I was utterly in panic
Pretended to wax satanic and dammit I almost had it but granted life never goes how you planned it
I couldn't stand it
And never could hand it to the only souls emboldening me here on this planet
Mistake after mistake of "I'm the victim, let me take"
And toward the spirit cheering for me
Fear had made me a snake
I've put my share of shame to rest, but I chose my own coffin
I should have paid you what I owed you and said 'thank you' more often
And God forgive me, if the shit outlives me
Damn, it just might
A rocky, less than perfect journey, yeah that's music alright
Still I refuse to lose my footing, we ain't even at half time
Cause the proof's in what you put in
Bet it ain't special, it's math, right?

Ragged, reckless, what's your wisdom?
You had your riches, then you kissed 'em
Goodbye
For lies, and pyrite skies
Rolling dice while never opening up your eyes
Atop this throne of sticks and stones
Bout a thousand miles from a hollowed home
I'll shout
Thrive
Survive
You are alive
Don't let 'em tell ya two and two makes five

And there will be mistakes
And there will be days of sorrow
Know we'll be knowing better
There WILL be a tomorrow
No road
Is loaded
With silver and gold, it's just the treasure that you make for you
(Don't we know it, oh)
And there still be minor villains
To kill along the way
You could fill yourself with hate or
Be real, be on your way cause
Life's tough
But love
When 'nough is enough
Could be the treasure that you make for you

Atop this throne of sticks and stones
'Bout a thousand miles from a hollowed home
I'll shout
Thrive
Survive
You are alive
Don't let 'em tell ya two and two makes five
And there will be mistakes
And there will be days of sorrow
Know we'll be knowing better
There will be a tomorrow
No road
Is loaded
With silver and gold, it's just the treasure that you make for you

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