I’ve been getting fried every weekend, extra crispy fries with the seasoning with the Lemon pepper on the side/here comes my girl smelling fine for the evening/is this life, am I dreaming/ white knuckle roller coaster ride/Im the type to take it slow mang, a couple more dabs got me reaching for the lo mang/ noodles and slabs I’ll kick a fresh verse for the low mang the vocab and slang has got you worried and I know man, i know man, it’s completely out my norm, but I’m coming at this world like Ulysses through the storm, I’mma keep it all 1000, this still ain’t my final form, but I hope that you still bump this, in your whip and in your dorm, cuz all I ever really make is these songs about mistakes so I sit around, distracted, maybe this time It can wait, maybe this time I’m inspired and won’t leave it up to fate? Man i hope you see the love and the reason I create

I think about the changes all the time
Remnants of a past that I chose to leave behind

Well I guess that’s what you call a bit progress
Cuz I’m not the man I was before this process
Its all within the context of lighting up obnoxious
And making sure I don’t forget of who I am through losses
Not flawless or heartless
Just me in the darkness
A man with his thoughts 
Trying to keep it all honest
The hustles the same, but is it me or the game
That’s getting played, and lately I can’t tell who’s to blame
It’s the booze, it’s the way it makes me lose
Control of all the things I love
I know not what i do
And I’m the same, coffee stained
Lost my brain, or what remains but my heart never abandoned and to me that’s just insane
Not constant rain
But a fog that hovers low
Insistent and persistent, let my words provide the glow let these phrases give you peace, feed your soul and let it grow, cuz from now on it’s compassion as I fight the undertow