Up the hill on the hoof Leg breaking, so “oof” Clench teeth just to move I’ve got something to prove When the shove comes from push When I’m finding my groove What else would I do? What else can I do? Smile through the pain and say he’s acting aloof Go murder the stage, then back of the room Go on, I’ll die here I do it for you Keeping up how I appear Seeing it through Running through snapped femurs Swinging quietly from chandeliers with god fear like resolve Measured liquor in loose liters Working hard to be absolved First to call and fall Take me home Need winks in 40 28 feeling 40 Hope the crowd adore me Hope I write a good story Keeping all my dreams lofty Eyeing endless tracks in my inventory You couldn't step to this Without a minor pause, risking me breaking my wrist History repeating & telling couldn’t give a shit Working till I write with a knife Clean finish One more song, hope I learn Fire to flesh, feel the burn Learn speaking out of turn Look for pride in anywhere but work In anywhere but work Get that steed broken Got something to prove There’s worth here for you Yeah I do it for you my dear I feel the fear every time I drop Showing what I got Spilling my truth my dear Anything to offer No dimes in coffers Cough up another rhyme, I hear Blood pumping Is it desperation or loving Can I rise above it Peace with the work & play Balance with resumes & filling the veins With something calming my brain Number of voices calling my name Too familiar tone I’ve been speaking to every day Sounding like me So saddle up me This work horse work to death to get to the peak Each track another pack to the back that creaks Before it snaps And it won’t be surprising to me Check the tracks that I’m leaving now Check the tracks that I’m leaving now And you’re seeing how I might be just feeling out Maybe bowing out But I keep making ground I keep moving on I keep working Get that steed broken

Tired of questioning my moves and my lip Say you got a bone to pick, be careful, I’ll break it Snap fingers, pointing out how I do this Speak straight, work hard now to develop Big dreams, that's how I sleep better Weak knees & cheeks redder when I enter the room Best be pleased to see me or kneeling I’m done concealing my pride Confidence new costume and vibe Crazy look in my eye be telling yeah, yeah I’m not down with what you’re selling yeah, yeah, yeah Write this shit for how I’m feeling yeah, yeah, yeah Fake it till I believe it yeah, yeah, yeah Career like a lit fuse Keeping an eye on the news For explosions in my town as they’re breaking Mistaken if you’re dropping your gaze for a second Blink and miss history in the making Lick lips, spit blood I’m done biting my tongue Tired hearing talk of lone wolves From the boys at the top with the most pull Talk of the threats to the gene pool If you’ve leaving this pack, we won’t miss you Lone creator but I don’t feel it Got my eyes open and I’ve been hearing Feet stamping, air changing as we’ve been nearing End of our tether, this breed of intellect bros think they’re so clever Talking Q&As, always got both I’ll tell you where your talking points go Sensitive little boy that your mother knows Little kid sobbing on their hit show Feel an unfamiliar flare to I’m writing Found my nerve see you under harsh lighting Say we’re fucking baited while you keep biting Ask the right man, who are you fighting? Lick lips, spit blood I’m done biting my tongue

I’ve been mourning Good morning Why do I mourn your death while you love, drink & laugh Why you’re still drawing breath Why you still get upset At the world and its state I’ve been finding my place in it Feeling my weight shifting Still seeing my repetition I drink like you do Move on like you do Reminisce like you do I’ve been seeing right through This confidence that’s brewing As I only think to you As what I might be Fear and love Home and hate Fucking typical Don’t fucking wait Think it through Feeling cynical Please take me home Where I’m known Guess I’m whimsical But fucking blind Drown in wine Now I’m feeling good Feeling so fine that I might die I guess dramatic, have you met Ry I’ve met you, so I’ve known myself the longest Same mistakes while I pray for your youngest I’ve been mourning Good morning Knife and fork take me back I’ve been living it Like on the attack Of my liver, with The shit I’m leaning on I’d sooner see you gone Then dealing with my demons I’ll just write another song Ha ha Praise to the son Let the golden horn blow Clearly not dealing With the way that we’ve grown I’ve been writing And running from this shit that I’m fighting Pretending that I don’t know But back catalog beg to differ All this fucking writing on liquor Sipping on something bitter Never enough to reconsider a lifestyle Keen eye for anything leaving my blood thinner Something strong like this song let me bleed out Something strong like this song let me bleed out I’ve been mourning Good morning

Hearing all this chatter Your teeth are chipping for your drama that just don’t matter Say you work hard for an output that really just don’t flatter For each line of yours you know that I’ve written whole chapters You’re stuck on your grammar Give a fuck what you’re sipping I drink harder then you’re living You think you’re competing My hangover bigger than the catalog you’re sitting I'm just warming up Do it for the craft, make an art of letting blood Discography my therapy, that’s how I grew up I've dropped my lies and my walls with the tears that I’ve cried You're another one that is hopelessly lost in my eyes I spy another one that is loving wasting my time The self obsessed, know fuck about a dead line I swallow that gore From gnawing my tongue, but I spit it out can’t take any more Through a clenched jaw, finally speak, not gonna like what’s in store Watch my words drip from a cracked maw grinning with my teeth bloody Want to stain them with yours Blinking, disbelief What the fuck are you thinking? Stop speaking on this shit Until you get releasing What’s that? EP number three Each beat made by me Hearing no conceit At least, you can see Each time that I breathe I release It’s a need Yeah, proving I’m learning by doing Get my hands dirty, get a shoe in Keep the pedal pressed, and I keep moving Hope these steps in the right direction Each release, minor correction Another trip, another learnt lesson Answer questions with this self obsession End to the series seems fitting Off my chest how I’ve been feeling Never listen back, always itching Another session, AND composition Blinking, disbelief What the fuck are you thinking? Stop speaking on this shit Until you get releasing

Harness strength or throw myself in blind Leap of faith, land hard, jump twice You could say that’s the courage of mine I’d just say a habit of time I might be wasting Every step forward, fall back pacing Are what we do, not what we’re saying With each truth spoken, I’ve been lacing Words with confidence I’ve been faking Just the kid inside terrified I might run the clock I won’t pay the cost, I want what he’s not the longing won’t stop and he knows he’s being dramatic as fuck Been adding tones to my palette Thanks to those with a talent For keeping me in check Show myself some respect Hear a tremor to my tone when I speak So no reason to seek change in scenery Or my livery, I keep it casual Speed gradual, I’ll walk it I can talk my shit but not sure if I live it Keep flipping from bemused to livid At the kid staring back in the mirror But slowly visions coming clearer Been adding tones to my palette Thanks to those with a talent For keeping me in check Show myself some respect Your creation in the eye beholden But your eye stolen by a rolling shutter I shudder to think what I might when older Just how little I might leave What little more do I need? Live peaked curiosity Be happy with the air I breathe, company I keep & infinite mystique Course I could chase some digits Race at red line limits Stick something in my system so I keep breathing Like all I’ve met We’ll drop any minute Whole practice is broken, its telling No telling what we might do without a change of heading So why do I do this? I keep forgetting We keep repeating Been adding tones to my palette Thanks to those with a talent For keeping me in check Show myself some respect