Rhythm N Blues

I left myself in a different plane now I'm feeling stranded

Go through the highest highs but all them highs get contrasted

A valid question that I'm asking, "Is it worth it"

As my lows get lower, the conclusion's to search for a little balance

I slip in traffic on the road to a peaceful life

Too much attachments I gotta let go of to ease my mind

I'm one to act like I really do hold all the keys to life

Then I get manic and throw what I know down the key the deepest flights of steps

My girl stressed, I try my best to be a light but my soul vexed

How strong could I be when I don't get the reciprocity while climbing unknown steps

Them cold sweated nights I never show but they grotesque

I often sit and ponder what'll happened if I let my guard down

Will I get nourished with encouragement or sent to the ground

I think it's safer to be the one that I could rely on

But I'd be lying if I said I don't need a shoulder to cry on, instead I

Drown my spirit in the rhythm and blues

Where every tear is just a blissful excuse

To get the canvas looking pretty for you

I think I need some help but fearing they ain't fitted to do so I just

Drown my spirit in the rhythm and blues

Where every tear is just a blissful excuse

To get the canvas looking pretty for you

I think I need some help but fearing they ain't fitted to do

I cannot blame you for having the urge to kick it

Curving infliction of worthlessness with the smoking and drinking

I get it

I ain't a judge, I don't hold any jurisdiction

I've had my flirt with addiction for years, burning my system

But I yearn for ascension, sick of the turbulence

I need stability to fulfil my purpose with perfect precision

So I won't position myself to become a murder witness

This gentle man got a gentle mind, can't help but merge my interests

And be a product of propaganda that I'm surrounded by

I'm only human and all I can do is take this walk of mine and

Step in a different direction where my heart will find

The nourishment it needs to crack the curses that I caught

The kind of courage this is taking is insanity

To wilfully kill off a life of familiarity

And step into the agony from the lack of having them understanding me

Due to the amity between me and things I'm imagining

But fuck it

I'd rather have them look at me funny

Than fully abandon myself for the applause of a zombie, so I

Drown my spirit in the rhythm and blues

Where every tear is just a blissful excuse

To get the canvas looking pretty for you

I think I need some help but fearing they ain't fitted to do so I just

Drown my spirit in the rhythm and blues

Where every tear is just a blissful excuse

To get the canvas looking pretty for you

I think I need some help but fearing they ain't fitted to do

I don't want to save you

And be responsible for the pain that comes

From the truth that nothing is real

I don't want to blame you, nah

It's my fault