Close My Eyes

Yeah and they said slow down boy your never going to make it.

Thinking my time is being wasted, but time is only wasted when your sitting,

contemplating, thinking.

What happens when your finished with the basics,

How are you going to face it?

Would you be like a little kid and hid under your blanket and not say shit,

Or would you run around everyday thinking on how to make a grip,

and just face it.

Cuz I know your not going to stop till you get to the top.

Because you keep getting up every time you flop.

So why set yourself up when you wanna rock?

Is it because your the one making a mental block?

You think everything is okay because of your golden locks?

Never doubt what your capable of.

I swear to God I wouldn't have got here if it wasn't for love.

Give me some time to breath while I'm breaking the bud.

This life is yours don't let anyone throw you off course.

I'm going to pass the torch because I'm torn between love and hate.

I'm ganna sit back and see what you can generate.

 

Time to bring it back, back to the background,

back to when I thought I needed to the the class clown.

Back before I called Spokane my home town.

Nothing to say to you but I'm in my zone now.

It's funny how,

A kid knows how to spit and not speak,

when the words come out he feels like he hit his peek.

All these pills are affecting his sleep,

Man someone give him a Tylenol P.M.,

No one wants to see him or even pretend to be his friend.

Let me show you what I am speaking,

I'm murdering mother fuckers like it's duck season or seson,

I don't give a fuck I baking shit like filet mignon.

I'm ganna keep going on, roll this J up real real long,

not with the weak shit, but something real real strong.

See me and my family don't really get along.

Just because my head is always in the clouds thinking of my next song.

I remember in the 6th grade I wrote some lyrics down that were insane.

The image was so clear it's like a freeze frame.

But they weren't from me I only copied them to the page,

and still these teachers thought there was something wrong with my brain.

So they throw me into special ed,

witch is cool for a teenage kid with nothing to do.

Sill I did wish to be in "real school",

not for the education but for the participation.

Yeah, It left me guessing my obligation for me being in this generation.

Like what am I going to generate for our next generation,

If these wounds won't even regenerate?

So give me a minute to generate this next verse,

I have to meditate on every single word.

This only works when,