Story Behind the Song
one take, one track garage session
Lyrics
this world is just not what it seems
riddled with false hopes, and full of broken dreams
what i strive for, i never achieve
and i'm starting to question what i once believed
problems weighing down, like a ball and chain
taking me to the edge of what is sane
physical attraction poses much distraction
but my money's just a fraction of what'll capture their reaction, man
and the subterfuge is but a shell
through physical means there's really no way to tell
maybe if i was blind, true love i could find
but then maybe not, 'cause in that trap, i've already been caught
and i have no plans for that to happen again
but i know it will, there's just no telling when
so i'm walking in the rain, trying to keep my clove lit
24 long years and nothing to show for it
almost everyday that i wake up on this earth
i question myself, my life, and what it's worth
but i never seem to come up with anything of signifigance
and i'm left with overwhelming feelings of indifference
one step closer to insanity, screaming out profanity
then i stop and stare, gazing off into nowhere
i let my mind wander, wishing i could just ride off into the pale blue yonder
i see my parents and i wanna thank them and embrace them
but i look in their eyes, and it's if it seems they feel that i've disgraced them
because i chose a different route and ceased my higher learning
instead i found employment, and my daily bread i'm earning
but even still i find that i've been living check to check
i'm pitching with the bases loaded, and the clean-up hitter's on deck
i'm seeking out a solid rock on which to firmly stand
but after all my efforts, all i find is sinking sand
but it only takes a spark they say to get a fire going
until the flickering flame for which we aimed is ever brightly glowing
so i'm keeping my thoughts positive, and the seeds of love i'm sowing
in these tough times it's either get tough back, or get going
so i recite my poetry over these the beats i laid
to leave an impression of my mind's expression is my goal, not to get paid
now ain't that the pot in the kettle
i'm learning that you have to strive and be alive
you can't just sit and settle
because it's easy to lose your navigation and get caught up in stagnation
but ounce for ounce, everything counts in large or small amounts
i know it's easy to get stuck in the comfort of stability
and breaking from that safety zone's an exercise in futility
but sometime's you have to spread your wings, and see how far you fly
and you never know, how far you'll go, unless you at least try
'cause when i get high, i try to spy with my widening third eye
instead of the other two, which quickly do, turn tightly red and dry
'cause contrary to what they say, i think it makes me all the wiser
and ideas flow freely from my head, like an uncontrollable geyser
my place of birth, on this earth, was at santa teresa kaiser
and i think it's safe to say, i plan to stay, right here in the bay
in the valley made of silicon
in the city of san jose.
do you know the way?
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