today i heard the dopest beat in my entire life

the kind of thump that makes you feel like everything’s alright

the simplest of rhythms had me forcing back a cry

the movement it inspired will sit with me the rest of my entire life, but i don’t mind
i’m a happy host of futures undefined

throw a line into the riverbed and reel in the night

jitterbug, little critter

creatures taking flight
sit upon a cliff and ponder how i’ve spent my life

i’m psyched at most the moments, but i have a few regrets

like every time i sacrificed myself to seem cool to my friends, and when i treated people i had never met before like they were less

if testing’s the intention, i might walk right out the class

but if the lesson at the root is worth the struggle just to pass, then i guess i’ll have to bite my tongue and sit on both my hands

can’t depend on my mind to be much more than problematic

static in the airwaves, i’m leaving most the past at it

trying to grow past that

retain a couple answers to any questions that you might have

you’re my last divine act

teach me all you learn
is this a blessing, or a curse?

are we alone until we die alone, or do we flock like birds?

i’m certainly uncertain, but i’m certain of one thing: the day that i am certain is the day that i’m not me

i play to a dropped key

i say what i mean

i feel everything i feel almost too intensely



CHORUS
i’m a child with a child on the way

life’s a smile with a strange tinge of grey

this don’t feel like a fair fight we’re dealing with

reminds me of air when you take it away



*POPE ADRIAN BLESS*

i remember when i lost my nose ring fucking you in that trap house

questioned commitment

my intention was not to back out

2am off of pills and i’m driving, and i’m bout to black out

excited, but yet i’m nervous

heaven-sent, but yet i’ve seen hell
in the kitchen, reloading teen shells

seven teens, nine teens

you know i mean well

i’m suicidal regardless, you know my dream shell

medication just numb it

but check it out, cause when your girl hate you, it’s gonna feel like the world hates you

mirror may i, mirror may i never imitate me

but little blessings of pride

road to redemption i ride dirty suspended l’s

my options were either dead or jail

penal system soft from a pistol shell

tell me how it feels, i study braille

blind to the fact

blind as a bat when we’re in the trap

robbin’ you jokers for dead grace and attacking you flash can’t avenge

i wanna tell you things you never seen

show you things you ain’t ever heard

wolf in sheep clothing, i love my herd

the jungle is packed

owl god in the bird cage whistling back



*ABLE JON*

no one can understand me apparently the way you do already

your personality’s mine and your own at the same time

it’s uncanny

now i’m reflecting on the sins of the family

my father and mama, too

i hope to spare you from the scars and from the damage that drama do
and try to remember what it was like to be the same age as you

i want to teach you everything i know

to think critical and force the claim that’s made to show

don’t be cynical, wherever there is life there’s hope

be an individual, don’t follow where the others go

sing along to the song until the lyrics flow

till you learn to do the same and maintain control

the brain is the throne of the soul

give it the wisdom and the knowledge that it needs to grow

an introduction to karma will not be harmful to any sentient being
regardless of age, art every day

don’t put your heart in a cage, but let the artifice fade until you’re additive free

and it’s a habit to be the representative of a sentimental dismemberment

the unconventional demos of memos you never sent

i’m deconstructing myself, cause the ego’s like everest

start starving the demons out, and if it grieves you, i’ll sever it

hard heartedness is empty and jealousy’s devilish

i got armfuls of armor i left behind me with a death wish

now my third lung breathless

perturbed tongue restless

absurd wordsmiths represent a higher message

i’m a dream fundamentalist

take it from me: it ain’t to be or not to be, it’s to be