Dark Clouds

Dark clouds float up above, but fuck it

I make my own way through the mud, the bucket

Is full of bullshit, guns full of full clips

Full of emptiness impossible, fooling the foolish

Smiles on the outside, storm in my brain

Definition of alone, no one born in my lane

Maintain, a word that is bound to be misleading

Disdain for the definition, powerfully deceiving

To maintain means no change

And repetition is absurdity, it seems so strange

We beg for routine, the result leaves us empty

We search for a purpose, the quest never ending

Cause purpose brings routine, which then brings purpose

Then one day we wake up, it seems worthless

Endless cycle, I guess the answer is nothing is easy

The question was never asked so the answer does not appease me

I guess I'm one of those restless types

Destined for a destiny full of restless nights

And this is all becoming absurd

I'm a fucking rapper, what's up with the spoken word

It was one of those days

Everything seemed wrong, everything turned grey

Everything seemed pointless, the drive was lost

It was out of my control but I couldn't write it off

And that's not like me, no that's not like me

No that's not like me, I didn't like me

I try to stay strong, emotions are always difficult

Put it in a song, the result is I sound cynical

Not an accurate depiction, for the future I feel hope

But the more money I make, the more I feel broke

And the more of this I take, The more I can't cope

The carrots a mile high, hanging from four inches of rope

And I can't reach it

I try and teach what I learned but I can't teach shit

Cause no one listens, or maybe I'm the problem

Cause people come to me with theirs and in the end I solve them

How can anyone learn if I do it for them

No one worries about shit, cause I'm always there to warn them

I'm always there to pick up the slack

Put it all on my back, it's all on my back

An now I'm back to where I started

Definition of insanity, repetition is retarded

So why do I do it, why do I do it