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Anti-Game

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A laid back delivery fell from the giving tree
How cleverly man staged the death of chivalry
Riddle me this or riddle me that
Is is time to retire or just fix a flat
Mix and match an itch and a scratch
Yolk faces crack up when eggs don’t hatch
Maybe it means something
Maybe it doesn’t
Maybe it’s all related like brothers and cousins
Maybe it just sounds good and feels good too
Forever staying to thine own self true
A two man coup, a fu man chu
I feel the Earth spinning in super slo-mo
Which hobo just pitched the oboe? Oh no
Uh, I did
Too many homosapiens
Gotta find a place to escape again
Let’s get some food, I’m thinking Mexican
Well okay then
I blow the harp on some Biggie Smalls
Not too loud, damn these skinny walls
Damn this cell phone too many calls
Getting to the goal without any stalls
Isn’t any life at all
Stop and smell the roses
From the petals into the noses
Those sweet scents are sent into memory
Before opportunity’s door closes
An owned moment with little spent energy
Time’s ticket’s first class, no delay to getting older now
Un-expectations are waiting at every turn
More weight upon them shoulders now
The ability to adapt comes with that live and learn
Fire burns, but that was already known
Being childish isn’t cool when you’re already grown
No happiness stems from a bitch or a moan
And egotism is a stinky cologne
Feels good to be home
Feels good to get away
Feels good to feel good
Good god, I gotta say
A lot of days run together
A marathon that carries on
Word is bond for everyone
But some glue isn’t very strong
Just waiting on epiphone’s appearance
But it’s mostly ideas cluttered with creative interference
One day from there, looking back at here
A few more grey hairs, a smile, and a story to share
Another season change, a reason to rearrange
The decor from the floor to the ceiling in your brain
Redesign your mind home before you find time’s flown
You gotta get up, get out, get going or get gone
Yo
I don’t recall procrastinating at all
I always hit the ground running never dropping the ball
Although I’m getting a bit older and I got a spotty memory
There might be a couple of times I’m not remembering
Who am I kidding?
I’ve been spinning my wheels since the beginning
Sleeping so hard on my dreams I shit the linen
Till I woke up in my early 30’s
Worried that I’m not making a living
Off the gifts that I’ve been given (Huh)
Hindsight is a funny thing
That can leave you wondering
If you should remain a blundering underpaid underling
Scurrying for security that money brings
Cuz no one wants to hear 30 something guys try to rap and sing
That shit is real
That’s how I feel
But is it true?
What should I do?
Spit it like this I must resist
The urge to be a pissed pessimist
Dwell on negative shit like missed
Goals tell myself that I must persist
On the path I’ve picked despite the risk
Fully commit no asterisks
Procrastination is hazardous there’s no second chances after this
With mic in fist practice this craft until I master it
Love must be the catalyst no emphasis on avarice
Depression I ain't having it
Grabbing this chance to be
An alchemist
And change my negativity to happiness
Metamorphosis of crappy crabbiness to lasting bliss
Therapy through crafting catchy hits with a friend
See our sessions through until our seasons end
And when we fall we'll somersault through the winter, then spring up again
Somersault through the winter, then spring up again

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