Well another day another dollar / but why should I bother / like I need another proper / in the squalor of another faux pas cops and robbers / I tend to swim too far out and get swallowed up / a rip tide, pulling on my zip line / it takes much too much for me to get mine / then again if I get a measure of adrenaline / then I could represent till I become a fucking veteran / goddammit / I keep scuffing up my knees to bleed and pick at the scabbing / my timing’s off, this holocaust is often lost to keep all the have-nots from having / but just imagine waking up to the days / where we’re sick and afraid of being stuck in our ways / life would bring more life in spades / so just inhale and exhale with the phrase, like /

Breathe / I breathe / and I breathe / No matter who you are, no matter who you know / no matter where you been, no matter where you gotta go / Breathe / I breathe / and I breathe / and if you’re fed up / you got to keep your head up /

And I could do it all if I decide to ride in gear 5 / like damn it feels good to be alive / morning in my eyes with sunrise / so universal it should be a franchise / so just smile baby for the good times / and watch VITAL Emcee write the headlines/ and some will stare just like a deer up into headlights / so I can get up to get right / but these days I been lazy and I’m lackadaisical / I can’t remember what I did 10 days ago / where’d all the years disappear to and how am I here with nothing more to show than weathered up facial bones / and new kicks from a new breath to breathe in / new heads to drink with, new beds to dream in / somebody said that it’s the best kept secret / so one’s for the feeling and two’s for the freedom /

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From the core of existence, live in the instance / breathe through the infinite source of the sky’s limitlessness / inner vision metaphysics and having all of that backed by a much better business / but I swear to God from the Mosque to the Synagogue / the world is cold and I been running the Iditarod / can’t even get a job / but like it really matters cuz I know what I can do if I just flex a little heart / and he say she say is so cliché / that nowadays we pay to rock an empty stage / negative if the positive’s delayed / and each day, I think of selling my soul on eBay / for all that it’s worth / from birth to the dirt / I start to wonder if this whole earth is inert / like I’m the sideshow in a circus of jerks / and the truth in the words hurt bad cuz it works / just breathe /

Lie to me / convince me that I’ve been sick forever / and all of this will make sense when I get better /

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