Changes

My life was never a straight forward drive. I always had to either turn left or right. Or go back to where it all began. Kalamazoo Michigan. It was fight the good fight. Or get my ass beat all the time. By the same few guys. That sit front row at my hometown shows every time. Cuz I’m the one representing. Cuz my journey to the underground was difficult one. Seeing how I moved a lot. All I ever knew is when times I tough. Mama told me to pack my stuff up. We moving next month. 3 different states that I hated. Cuz we either struggled or I had almost no one. It was just me, myself, and I. Playing games late at night. Contemplating if I should die

Man my life was always going through changes. Moved once a year to new places. Met a bunch of new faces. But I knew my home is where I belong. Express my pain through these songs

Last few years I’ve been amazed by the same people I used to do almost anything. For then they left me out to dry for either pussy or weed. When life got rough, I stayed and took my beating like a man. Everyone else pissed they pants and ran. I’ve been through so many complex situations. Speaking in abbreviations. I told my papa frank before he passed away. I promise to make y’all proud. I promise to rise like the undead, coming from the underground. Super quietly with no sounds. I just want success without fame but with fortune. Rising artist, Pablo Picasso, painting a portrait. Call me a coroner. Harvest your organs. Chop em up into portions. Feed to the little orphans. Who got left behind by women with vendettas towards men. Troops lining up like it’s time for war. I just smile and yell, who want smoke

Man my life was always going through changes. Moved once a year to new places. Met a bunch of new faces. But I knew my home is where I belong. Express my pain through these songs

Kids now and days will never know. The struggle of growing old. Of how hard life can get. All the pain between each paycheck. When you find out there was a bill you didn’t pay yet. Now you gotta go broke just to survive. I mean honestly I’m surprised I’m still alive. Through it all I stayed true to myself. Kept my ego and shit upon a dusty shelf. Next to the Christmas elf. I bought back when I was 12. See I only express my pain this way because I can yell in a fit of rage and no one would get mad at me. Sometimes I feel y’all lack or y’all just slack or y’all just bastards from a ghetto nutsack. Everyone changes as the get old like how a soaked carpet dries and grows black mold then you go get pure gold from a few years ago then realized it was a dream you had a kid tho then you collect and repost and recite and veto. All the good and bad vibes. Then see how people are like. You’re kidding me right?

Man my life was always going through changes. Moved once a year to new places. Met a bunch of new faces. But I knew my home is where I belong. Express my pain through these songs

If y’all grew up how I did. You would want to be blind by gluing shut your eyelids. If you grew up how I did. You would see why I took up a hobby of violence. Not schizophrenic. But my dreams were meant. To send a message. Of pure truth and spread equality. Sorry I think you're fond of me

Man my life was always going through changes. Moved once a year to new places. Met a bunch of new faces. But I knew my home is where I belong. Express my pain through these songs