Fake Ass Gold

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    When I feel like dyin' then I start rhymin'
    Is that too cringe? Fuck it, man, just hit the keys
    Nice, now the choir
    (You've been)
    Woo!
    (You've been so good to me)
    All right, all right!
    (I owe it all)
    (You've been, you've been so good to me)
    I think I got somethin'
    Here we go
    (I owe it all)

    Little footsteps
    Immortalized in history’s cement
    The horror stories come true, unless you got more than intent
    Your starting reps are poorly written, there’s no way to repent
    But thanks to improvising, rising check how far you done went
    Ya rivals’ eyes on the prize
    You're diving deep to survive
    That reef-less ocean
    Of constant motion
    Of kids with guns reloadin’
    Bold and focused, told that most miss
    Their first shots, throw in the towel
    Before their magnum opus
    The speed of the climb is keepin’ young minds hopeless
    But rhymes are still land mines
    On the front lines, of the war zone
    Known as post modern times
    The hard earned pennies and dimes
    And nickels of common sense
    Of youngin’s searchin’ for more
    Become a living expense
    The world’s a nasty place of happy faces painted on masks
    And if you say it unironically, the internet laughs
    The straight and narrow isn’t fair though
    Got two lose-lose paths
    So I choose to heckle myself
    The method ain’t special, it’s math, ya know?

    Ragged, reckless, what’s your wisdom?
    You had your riches, then you kissed ‘em
    Goodbye
    For lies, and pyrite skies
    Rolling dice while never opening up your eyes
    Atop this throne of sticks and stones
    'Bout a thousand miles from a hollowed home
    I’ll shout
    Thrive
    Survive
    You are alive
    Don’t let 'em tell ya two and two makes five

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    Rejection sensitive inventive kid, who cried as she’d make
    I was defensive, sad, creative, planning every escape
    I fled to gutters on the net to vent insatiable hate
    Why should it alarm ya, suddenly karma hit me smack in the face
    Sure I was utterly in panic
    Pretended to wax satanic and dammit I almost had it but granted life never goes how you planned it
    I couldn’t stand it
    And never could hand it to the only souls emboldening me here on this planet
    Mistake after mistake of “I'm the victim, let me take”
    And toward the spirit cheering for me
    Fear had made me a snake
    I’ve put my share of shame to rest, but I chose my own coffin
    I should have paid you what I owed you and said thank you more often
    And God forgive me, if the shit outlives me
    Damn, it just might
    A rocky, less than perfect journey, yeah that’s music alright
    Still I refuse to lose my footing, we ain’t even at half time
    'Cause the proof’s in what you put in
    Bet it ain’t special, it’s math, right?

    Ragged, reckless, what’s your wisdom?
    You had your riches, then you kissed ‘em
    Goodbye
    For lies, and pyrite skies
    Rolling dice while never opening up your eyes
    Atop this throne of sticks and stones
    Bout a thousand miles from a hollowed home
    I’ll shout
    Thrive
    Survive
    You are alive
    Don’t let 'em tell ya two and two makes five

    And there will be mistakes
    And there will be days of sorrow
    Know we’ll be knowing better
    There will be a tomorrow
    No road
    Is loaded
    With silver and gold, it’s just the treasure that you make for you
    (Don’t we know it, oh)
    And there still be minor villains
    To kill along the way
    You could fill yourself with hate or
    Be real, be on your way 'cause
    Life’s tough
    But love
    When ‘nough is enough
    Could be the treasure that you make for you

    Atop this throne of sticks and stones
    'Bout a thousand miles from a hollowed home
    I'll shout
    Thrive
    Survive
    You are alive
    Don't let 'em tell ya two and two makes five
    And there will be mistakes
    And there will be days of sorrow
    Know we’ll be knowing better
    There will be a tomorrow
    No road
    Is loaded
    With silver and gold, it’s just the treasure that you make for you

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