Members of the Tribe

To this music shit I been committed It's a miracle I haven't yet been committed Not like I haven't thought about that shit though Just too scared to walk through those gates and find home With members of the tribe who took their lives beyond the pale Indomitable souls but the mind is so frail And a little too close to the voices behind the veil Afraid that's where I'll end up if I fail Or shit even if I succeed Like Sylvia, Van Gogh, Amy, Basquiat Might grind myself to death, kinda like Cassatt Hell, I could keep going on and on but Aesop said it best, track four Skelethon We all just beholden to some deeper need And I'm pretty fucking sure that it's name ain't greed Sometimes hard to know if my demons are self imposed Be happier if I cared less, left my soul unexposed But f*ck that, contentment never been in the cards I care too much, and when I work, I work too hard Always been the one who sought out suffering Lifelong masochist, boss level still buffering Burned a few dreams to make my mark in the annals One day I'm gonna earn me that fucking yellow flannel For now I'm Walter Mitty with a pen in my hand And a plan that'll probably leave me out the pan and panned And guess what I don't give a f*ck Rather fail doing this than cruise through life stuck Thinking where I'd be if I never went all in Staked my soul to the cross- Station Eleven Too easy to cling to that which we can hold Might be a pipe dream, might be too bold But I'd rather bet my sanity on a pipe dream Than be crippled with regret when I'm just eighteen And you might hate it, but you can't tell me I didn't make this I might lose everything but I still win if you played this