Digital.Self

Wake up, get high, set my predictions for the future Lower my expectations, fade away to my computer My only goal in life is writing words to light the fuse I'm a sentient life believer, a spoken rights abuser At open mics, supporting fights, nobody likes a loser I want to tell her I still love her, that just might confuse her But, I might just lose her Lonely nights are truth, but who pursues the muse perceives the music Like it might be deeper Am I trying to keep her? Why would I let her go? Every minute got me down on the interval Every song got me stuck on a visual See things I hate, become irate so When I die make it digital Bury me down by the minerals If I'm miserable, make it minimal I just want to feel like I did when I was kid Running red lights on a whim, riding my bike through the wind Snap back with acid rap tracks Take broken hearts and pass them right back This don't mean nothing to you I just got something to say I just got something to prove What if it's new, what if it's strange, how do I do this alone? Patience, that is all you need You got power in what you believe I feel low, like I'm coming up I feel low, like I'm counted out Full story in a quick look, like a flip book I should flip books But it still took me a minute to get up and go admit it I might as well try to scrimmage or finish another feature and Write a sick hook I'm a nitpick nitwit misfit, go check my input How am I this good? Yo I've been good I'm a nimble Sim or a symbol, simple Life is uneventful, transfer energy back to my temples Kinfolk can't go wrong when they sit upon their ankles Channeling their mana, animate trivial plans Man, activate your pineal gland Bland, living in a Simian stance Given that chance, advance My impact in fact still isn't grand