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Always wondered if there was another me

Would they fuck with me?

Would they like my company

Or would they run from me?

Would they put their trust in me?

Would they comfort me?

Has that image in the mirror seen enough of me

I've been chasing a carrot, steady breaking my back with

Writing these bars since sixteen, guess I made it a habit, but lately I've had it

There were some days it was magic

But now I'm burnt out looking for a day to relax and

Do nothing, but there's no time for days off

Time flying and my body hurts from playing ball

Just a kid on the steps

Showed range like Jimmer Fredette

But now it's road rage, shit, I'm a mess

Mortgage payment, early sleep, counting thirty sheep

Friday just means it's the ending of a working week

Decorate for holidays, whoa, what a perfect wreath

Different from the old days when we would journey streets

We'd be at Wendy's and the school parks till late night

We were pyros, we'd burn shit and then we'd take flight

Troublemakers, little troubles, we had great lives

Guess that shit always just flew right by the waist side. I hate time

Up at night now with younger me, like the older me

Would my wife now, like the younger me

When I think back now, I was just a bumblebee

Picking paths out, wondered what I'd see, but I wasn't free

Back in class how, did I never fucking read

But I maxed out with my books, now I love to read

What's up with me?

Do we get wiser or more boring with time

At war with my mind, figured we were cordial and fine

In this road of life, the courses designed are either morbid, divine

Pick a mood, well of course I would shine

But what happens when that shine wears

Learned at youth that there's no one that this time spares

Sorry for my mood, this is really just me talking shit

Woke up in a fog, been debating, should I call it quits

Wish I hated writing songs, really I get lost in it

This legit a written freestyle, right off the tip

Pencil tip, get a grip, wake up slow, stretch a bit

Exercise, bend your hips, pour the coffee, let it sit

Let it cool and then I sip, add some sugar, measure it

Face the world, put my jacket on, but no I never zip

My effort, here's the best of it, uppercase E's

Back at Watchung, I would never miss

Friendships got me stressed a bit, confiding in some people

But now I never tell them shit, y'all punches are a feather hit

My shit pops like a catcher's mitt when pitches and the leathers hit

I would keep on writing, but my pen is losing gel in it

Remember building snowmen and would have to watch it melt a bit

Showed me that the brightest days could always have some hell in it

Always wondered if there was another me

Would they fuck with me?

Would they like my company

Or would they run from me?

Would they put their trust in me?

Would they comfort me?

Has that image in the mirror seen enough of me