Sitting here at home with nothing to do/
Should I stay on my laptop or turn on the boob tube?/
I don’t know, to be frank, I don’t think there’s nothing on/
So I’ll just sit here on tumblr and write a quick song/
It’s kinda funny how easy it can come, no inspiration/
But when you try to put some effort, all you get is frustration/
Nothing ever seems to work, words you want to rhyme don’t/
And if you think you’ll finish to-night, the sad truth is that you won’t/
It’s a lesson that you have to learn, the subject is futility/
And try hard as you might, you end up right at the beginning/
Thus the virtue that is patience is the one that’s put to test/
The other sins will cloud your mind and throw it into unrest/
Release the stress, swell up your chest, take a deep breath and sigh/
Close your eyes and, guaranteed, you’ll soon be opening your mind/
Take a big step forward to a world that’s all your own/
One that’s purely your creation, one that helps you to let go/
One in which you can spend a lifetime or eternity/
But when your eyes open it’s like nothing was reality/
But the memory, it stays with you ‘til you die/
These are your dreams; the same ones that put that twinkle in your eye.
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Again and again just like a recurring dream/
Wherein nothing is ever exactly what it seems/
Where one second you’re fine, the next you’re torn at the seams/
And you struggle to figure out what it all means/
Is it you? Is this your fault? Was it something you did?/
Was it because you didn’t eat your veggies as a kid?/
D’you really, truly think that you did something wrong?/
It’s tired and worn out, but it’s the same old song/
Unjust punishment the meek are delivered/
Breaking their spirits, drowned in a river/
And Life pans out in unusual ways/
It’s almost cruel, the games that it plays/
One’s mental sanity is at constant risk/
All because Life has thrown you in that gloomy mix/
Events unfold, you become a lunatic/
Unending thoughts, on the verge of being sick/
No middle finger can be found that’s big enough/
To give to the world when shit is fucked up/
The one and only choice is to grit your teeth/
And hope that it’ll be enough that you’re one of the meek./
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Some things aren’t and some things are/
Some come close, some stay far/
The moon bends water, the sun gives heat/
You feel with your hands, you walk with your feet/
You think with your brain, you speak with your mouth/
But no one’s ever certain of what will come out/
The days go by/
The sun doth shine/
The moon hangs high/
The clouds crawl by/
Drizzles and sheets of rain pour down/
Thunder roars, lightning strikes ground/
The grass grows slow/
The winds, they blow/
Adrift like snow/
Nowhere to go/
Days go by/
And the sun doth shine/
And the moon hangs high/
And everything’s “fine.”/
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Lock and load, go big or go home/ Priceless rhymes, I’m not about to get sold/ out; The words are from my mouth, but they’re coming from my brain/ I know you gotta strain when I put you through this pain, in the rain/ Drizzle drizzle, drip drip; just like the Gorillaz, gonna put you on the hype shit/ Strenuous use of extended vocabulary/ I make Merriam and Webster jealous of my dictionary/ 7000 times thicker with words invented by me/ It’s got synonyms and adjectives and verbs like “I’m-a be/ the illest, sickest, quickest rendition of an emission from my father’s ball sack when it went inside the missus”/ Just the fact that I was able to win that first race/ makes me a winner so I keep fighting, get all up in the face/ Of the establishment; just kidding, I could give a flying fuck/ Corporate America is far from out of luck/ We’re in a national debt, but no one’s getting upset, nobody feels the regret that every tour brings less vets/ Every day we spend a couple billions on this senseless war/ And yet we’re still at home complaining that we don’t help or feed the poor/ The world needs some enlightenment/ By that, I mean just light a spliff/ Puff puff, pass, cough cough and take another hit/ And speaking of which, now that I’ve got your attention/ We really need to take that ban on weed and just suspend it/ Look at the economy: a giant frigging mess/ Legalize the magic herb and get us out of debt/ At least for medicine if not also for recreation/ and when we steal it from the shelves like other medications/ We the potheads of America swear that we’ll do little harm/ ‘Cuz we’ll be way too stoned to even lift a single arm/
//done for now
(I bolded what I believe to be the better lines)
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My mind is a blank slate/ but an attempt to penetrate/ is useless; I’ll bring it back and call it counter-rape/ Illegal in several states/ Illicit in several ways/ Too rare for this world so my own life, I can’t take/ Too strange for this world, so I can never die/ I make believers of the cynics and honest men of those who lie/ I’ve got a spark within my pupil, in my iris, in my eye/ A meek and understanding man, the only life I live is mine/ I’d never catch a bullet for just one singular person/ ‘Cause there’s far too many in my life that are sincerely worth it/ Blood runs thicker than water, that much is true/ But water is necessary for prosperity, too/ It’s really a precious life that I’ve been blessed to live/ A life in which I don’t take more than I’m able to give/ The Santa Claus philosophy, tried, tested, and proved/ As true as the green grass and the sky so blue/ and the sea so deep and the mountains steep/ and the rolling hills and the hearts that beat/ in the chests of the species that roam the Earth/ that the meek supposedly will inherit first/ So if that’s the case, I’ll stay on this path/ Not objectively good, not objectively bad/ Just a man with faith in what the future holds/ and the hopes that the music will be better when I’m old./
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It’s getting so that I can’t sleep anymore/ The dreams, they still wake me, send chills through my soul/ I claim it doesn’t get me, to these thoughts I’m immune/ But I’m a liar, I’m a hypocrite, I’m a sinner, too/ These are things that I’m born with, but thankfully don’t define me/ Only I can do that; only I can refine me/ But if there’s one single thing that I have to admit/ It’s that I’m only human, so I’ve an instinct to quit/ I get discouraged when the same thoughts creep through my mind/ How I thought I was progressing, how I thought you were mine/ I was a fool, just another instinctual fact/ Thus, I left myself vulnerable; safe to attack/ And you were the one that reaped what I’d unintentionally sown/ And now I lie defeated, a feeling that I’ve come to know/ All too well, it’s like hell, if such a thing exists/ An inferno of doubt, a sorrowful pit/ But now as I realize that this is my life/ I’m determined to make sure I go down with a fight/
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I find myself thinking about you almost constantly/ That Beatles song plays and it always reminds me/ Of my computer on my lap and you laughing by my side/ The screen wasn’t the only thing in the room to shine/ A beautiful smile and a heart made of gold/ Any man in this world would be lucky to grow old/ With you; your pretty eyes and your hair, jet black/ just like a state capital you’re a star on my map/ And even though I may think about you oftentimes/ When that Beatles song plays and the sun doth shine/ I miss you cuz I don’t see you as often as I should/ But the fact that I even met you makes me feel pretty good.
