Half Pages

I got nothin'
Empty, empty lovin'
I sit and write forced
Antiquated songs, hummin'
I'm at the end of the rope
My wits were tied to
I died to the idea
That I died too
I dyed through
My colors bled
Irrational consumption
Inside my head
I start... half pages
Make empty promises
If words are metaphors
Then what defines what "honest" is
My apologist
Needs to do some writing
I'm too busy tryin' to figure out
The "right thing"
And rhyming?
There goes the neighborhood
Why strive for greatness
When subpar is good?

Mediocre lines goin' through my head
I just don't give a fuck
Don't walk away when it's time to stay
I just don't give a fuck
Mediocre lines goin' through my head
I just don't give a

INSTRUMENTAL

I try to maintain a calm a-a-a-approach
To the problems of life
And not worry or fret
Over problems that could come along

Now here's somethin'
An inkling of lovin'
Hit hard sixteen
Feel my heartbeat thumpin'
Ironic consumption's
The deal we strive for
Take but make nothin's
A deal to die for, ah
A season, a phase
The fog through the haze
And there's a reason
For night and day
The kiln and the clay
No answers just ways
And who knows
We might find it in a page
With a burst of verses
All writ with purpose
The calm become incredible
And burst the nervous
The first to flourish
Who curse lip service
The buoyant clairvoyant
Mixed with hip-hop pureness

Mediocre lines goin' through my head
I just don't give a fuck
Don't walk away when it's time to stay
I just don't give a fuck
Mediocre lines goin' through my head
I just don't give a