I touched down in '88.
The fourth frog in the pond.
Didn't know the time,
Or what planet that I was on.
But I came out with a pen,
And I started to write a song.
Hoping I could change the world,
That somebody would put me on.
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But...
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I've come to realize,
Through all the real lies,
This all takes skill
More than luck,
That's no surprise.
And I've come to surmise
That the grass is much greener
Where you water it.
The balance of nature
Is something that none of us can barter with.
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That maybe I was destined
For something so much better.
I shouted: This just in!
Regardless of the weather.
I cut off my best friend,
My Sharingan grew redder.
Now I can see
Nearly clearly,
My mind is tough as leather.
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But a year ago
I didn't think that I'd be here.
Yeah, I didn't know
That Indigo
Would steer me clear.
And all the sepias
And faded grays
That I held dead
Would become the last
Of the jaded things
That I would rear...
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Fox & Faux...
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I think I've realized
Why I was really put here.
To write it out, so other folks
Could try to have a good year.
And.
I write,
And write,
And write
Until I find a good ear
And
I know the end is in sight,
I know I've turned a good gear.
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Maybe one day
I will really get published...
And someone important
Won't think that I'm rubbish...
Then maybe you'll hear what I'll say
From New York to L.A.
From Little Rock up to New Dublin.
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And maybe one day
I'll buy my mom a house.
Find someone to marry,
Find myself a spouse.
Yeah, maybe I'll make it,
Then gather and take it,
All.
Pick up my life
And just move it down south.
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And maybe I'll blow up...glow up.
Just to regret it.
Become addicted to blazing
Sunsets & Synthetics.
Meet somebody
Who'll rob me
Of all my aesthetics
With flattery and bed tricks
No morals to their shallow metrics.
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Let's just
Hope that I can just
Get blessed
I'm
Recklessly
Trying to dissect
My mothers dept list.
My checklist
Includes
Buying a silver
Necklace
And breakfast
Everyday
So she can
Just sit
Down.
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In her new car.
In a new town.
I'll write a new round
Of poetry
Just to lock her down.
Yeah, the goal for me?
To get us all off of the ground
Let the poetry just flow
Till my sounds
Further resound.
Like...
Whoa.
And you'll never know
How much you pushed me...
Away.
Dodging these hoes,
Dodging that p-
P-
P-
Whoa.
You'll never know
I much I needed that...
Cut me off,
All my ambition
The pain, it seeded that.
Whoa.
Now I smoke
Synthetics at Sunset...
I've healed enough to walk
But I still can't fuckin' run yet...
The ghost of you is dead
It asked me if I was
Done yet.
Not yet.
All of my battles
Are far from won yet.