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