What is

CHORUS

 

As i sit in the darkness, I try to think clearly,

As i think happily, Sadness seems to surround me.

What is love, What is life, Contractions and addictions?

What is right, What is wrong, Reflections of our perspective?

How long is long, How far is short, Is it based on our incentive?

Sip a quart, Roll a spliff, As i avoid all my afflictions.

As i drift, As i write, I try to make a decent prediction,

What is love, what is life,

What is right, what is wrong,

How long is long, how far is short

And will i always seem like this?

 

 

VERSE

 

Why am I so Sceptical, Probably because of anxiety

People just seem Unethical, What is so-called society

Every day of my life I try to find sobriety,

Try to get my Rhymes symmetrical, Never to find alignment,

They always seem Perfectible, or respectable,

But also are always correctable, To define it

My Aim is professional, Intellectually

Just tryin' to tame this wretched soul, Get a hold on the ways my

mind works these chemicals, Whenever I get too fucked up though,

My Lines become not legible, So many abstract thoughts,

Intangible, Smoke so much I've turned to a Pot vegetable,

With the flashbacks caught in my eyes, From dropped slimes,

Never to leave my vision so I'm a Hot-headed pot head,

Drug-minded nug finder, With HPPD and ADHD combined,

A Distraught kind of mindset is all i find,

When will i come down to earth, When i have always been up so high,

I expect the crash to hurt,But I deserve whatever comes by,

So don't mind me, please just step aside,

I'm still at the crossroads, Deciding a path into life,

But I'm still so rugged, It might be a while before i try

 

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VERSE 2

 

Maybe life is hardship,

Maybe it's complex math,

Maybe its the largest

Pain in the ass

Maybe love is harmless,

It's just the thoughts that we have

That make it feel like garbage,

As we wait for it to pass.

Maybe right is a word we

just use to assure ourselves

That what we do will be sure to help,

Maybe wrong is the word for

what really undermines us all along,

as this living hell subsides through a song.

How long is long?

How far is short?

It probably just depends,

on our own course.

And I know I will always be like this,

No thrills except for when writin',

Pickin' up the pen is what keeps me hyped and

If it ever changed It just wouldn't feel right man