The Rap Book

Rap 1: This is It

Smooth sailing,
Sliding down railings,
Affirmations daily,
Trying to stay well but I'm failing

Falling into the rhythm
The endless flow
Pushing away urges
Saying no.

Over and over
Again and again
And endless tune
To and endless song.

Tiger stripes can be changed
But these lines remain
Scarred on my haggard brain
Let me go, let me rage

Take control of this bitter side,
Succumb to this reckless ride,
Take me back to my home,
Sick of touring Rome

Things seem fancy and cool
On my side of the railroad
But really I'm just a pilled up lab rat,
With out a coat

I'm not the boss pulling my own strings,
I'm just lost and losing loaned things,
Sanity, worth, what's your dollar

Covered in blood and dirt
But wearing your ironed shirt,
Lost your worth to the crowd
Yet you're still standing tall and proud

Whered your dignity go,
You got some fucking nerve,
Selling yourself
For less than your worth
You Wearing your ironed shirt
Yet covered in blood, sin and dirt
You lost your self to the crowd
Years ago
Yet there you are,
This illusion, pollution
In disguise as evolution
Think you'll rise to revolution
If you find a solution