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