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Track 6

lyrics

Memories stickin' to my brain like Post-It Notes
And the bad ones choke my hopes
I'm unlearning unhealthy underpinnings under pressure
Unwind my mind like twine that was strung together
Scatter-brained, negative thought patterns stay
Rattlin' around from Sunday to Saturday
Months turn to years, ponderin' where the time went
Eyes squint, searchin' for somethin' greater for time spent
Buildin' better livin' but been pestered by the pessimism
Head is spinnin', twitchin', but sensin' that there's a lesson in it
Lots o' lunacy when goin' through your miseries
But find opportunities to grow like eucalyptus trees
Got friends with rap lyrics tatted in their skin
Philosophies fueled by what they're battlin' within
Many mental maladies self-diagnosed
By the folks tryin' to cope, barely hangin' by a rope, 'cause

You can get lost when you think you're on the right track
Beggin' and pleadin' for your life back
And you can write a lot o' words without sayin' a thing
I'm just tryin' to make sense and sing
You can get lost when you think you're on the right track
Beggin' and pleadin' for your life back
And you can write a lot o' words without sayin' a thing
I'm just tryin' to make sense and sing

Some like preachin' to the choir in a bubble
Scary when your echo chamber finally turns to rubble
Glass house shattering, a fortress full of smoke and fire
Leaving shell-shocked like a tortoise on a broken wire
Walking over eggshells, yoke-covered faces
Gorge on a smorgasbord of crows at a banquet
Spooning with the shadows, strolling where the valley's long
Past life fades where my days felt halcyon
See, you can put yourself on an altar
Sacrifice it all, cross your fingers, and falter
And some stand strong as the Rock Of Gibraltar
But the walls start to fall, left to fend with the vultures
Can't subsist off o' porn and tortilla chips
Filled with self-made scorn but I need a lift
You gotta learn to live, so you can live and love it
And fill your own cup up before you kick the bucket

You can get lost when you think you're on the right track
Beggin' and pleadin' for your life back
And you can write a lot o' words without sayin' a thing
I'm just tryin' to make sense and sing
You can get lost when you think you're on the right track
Beggin' and pleadin' for your life back
And you can write a lot o' words without sayin' a thing
I'm just tryin' to make sense and sing

Gnis dna esnes ekam ot 'niyrt tsuj m'I
Gniht a 'niyas tuohtiw sdrow 'o tol a etirw nac uoy dna
Kcab efil ruoy rof 'nidaelp dna 'niggeb
Kcart thgir eht no er'uoy kniht uoy nehw tsol teg nac uoy
Gnis dna esnes ekam ot 'niyrt tsuj m'I
Gniht a 'niyas tuohtiw sdrow 'o tol a etirw nac uoy dna
Kcab efil ruoy rof 'nidaelp dna 'niggeb
Kcart thgir eht no er'uoy kniht uoy nehw tsol teg nac uoy

credits

from Subjective Art For Mass Consumption, Vol. 3, released October 11, 2023
Written and performed by Christopher Michael Jensen

Produced by Optimystic LMZ

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