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I've been drifting far afield, in the distant dark
Swimming with the sharks, sinking in the marsh
Sitting in my car, singing
Wishing on a star to yield a bigger yard
Where I can watch it all unveil
Like this is just a horror film
I'm Sisyphus upon a hill
But only art can heal my scars and lift my sinking heart, and launch a sail
The walls I built with Lincoln logs are falling
Still, I'm linking dots and missing parts and things forgotten
Spinning yarn in interlocking quilts
They're drinking from a bottle, I've been swinging shots of milk from a dirty glass
My thinking is a knot, my twisted thoughts are nipping on my heels
Knocking at the door, kicking hinges off the nails
In a histrionic hissy fit
Pissing in the wind, causing wrinkles on my skin, like a crippled dollar bill
I'm kissing God with zeal with my tongue
I've written lots of songs that often feel
As if they're lost to time, like ripples on a pond
Cause I've been spitting rhymes
Like I'm skipping rocks in scale
By the time I finish a rhyme that I've written, it's like my mind switches
That fight or flight thinking, it takes me away, in spite of my prison
Quitting my nine to five, sick of the lie that I'm living
I'm kissing the life goodbye, visions are flying high
Sitting here minding my business
It takes me away, but why am I different?
It takes me away, but why am I different?
It takes me away, but why am I different?
Don't fit with their kind, so I'm splitting
I'm ripping the mic, and I'm dipping
When my hands clench a pen, it's like dance steps in sand
And what's there's left a chance
And it transcends romance
Since I can't set a trend, but I can send a message
And then connect with our
Ancestors, and their descendants
Sentenced to endlessly answering, pandering questions
Candlelit mannequins, standing in tandem, and desperate to feel again
Where in the heck is my head
I've been wearing this brand on my flesh
Representing a man and his kin
But I'm shedding his skin, and rejecting the trends, and the things that they said
When they mentioned my lyrics, and can't understand my intention, is only to share my reflection
So hear my inflection, cause here's my confession, it's setting me free
It takes me away to a place of acceptance that's kept like a secret
By the time I finish a rhyme that I've written, it's like my mind switches
That fight or flight thinking, it takes me away, in spite of my prison
Quitting my nine to five, sick of the lie that I'm living
I'm kissing the life goodbye, visions are flying high
Sitting here minding my business
It takes me away, but why am I different?
It takes me away, but why am I different?
It takes me away, but why am I different?
Don't fit with their kind, so I'm splitting
I'm ripping the mic, and I'm dipping
It was in the seventh grade when my pen had met a page
And ever since, there's never been a better friend
That let me vent and kept me sane
Heaven sent a blessing in the letters of a sentence, and the questions in an essay
And then I read an epic in a phrase, and everything had changed, forever in a way
It let me get away, from the pressure, and the weight, and the temper, and the rage
An expression of the pain, it's the medicine I take
I may not ever get a cent, It never generated pay
But I'm indebted, and indentured, and essentially a slave, but I successfully escaped
Whenever enemies invade my head, and enter sentimental mental space
My pencil is a vessel, when I wrestle with the mess you made
To remember what I went through, when you said to separate, forgetting I was special
By the time I finish a rhyme that I've written, it's like my mind switches
That fight or flight thinking, it takes me away, in spite of my prison
Quitting my nine to five, sick of the lie that I'm living
I'm kissing the life goodbye, visions are flying high
Sitting here minding my business
It takes me away, but why am I different?
It takes me away, but why am I different?
It takes me away, but why am I different?