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Track 5

lyrics

Yo, I'ma let this drop like a Tetris block
When puttin' together lines, think I need a Tetinus shot
Because I'm havin' like a spasm when I'm rappin'
Yeah, I'm comin' out my cavern, packin' passages with passion
And I'm passin' through the world around me, a wistful wanderer
Midwestern Minnesotan, modern day philosopher
In my mind a conqueror, been warrin' with my psyche
Over analyzing, agonizing over my dreams
Now they're night terrors, scared of unknown destinations
Life's a trip and I've been trippin' off o' trepidation
Tread along, tremblin', endin' statements in exclamations
Weekends screamin', deep in thought while my pen is shakin'
Pendulum swingin' while the record is spinnin'
These goddamn clock hands strangle my neck every minute
Life is comin' at me fast like a shot to the head
So I'm ducking like the F-word on autocorrect

Stargazing, triumph on the brink
And all the thoughts I think turn to blots of ink
Journals drippin', pages dampened with the weight of it
Plannin' how to map a route, lost in the haze of it
Stargazing, triumph on the brink
And all the thoughts I think turn to blots of ink
Journals drippin', pages dampened with the weight of it
Plannin' how to map a route, lost, this might take a bit

Scribble quotes in notes that's aspirational
Musical meanderings manage to pack the pages full
I can crack my cranial open to have my brain exposed
Some tasks can take a toll but I ain't lackadaisical
I gotta log a lot o' labor like a sweatshop
Ridin' 'round the road to riches, skippin' over rest stops
Determined to earn it without workin' a desk job
Singin' a song through the sonics like a hedgehog
Earnin' my stripes, it's part of my purpose in life
Personal gripes overcome and I'm first in the fight
And every verse I recite's like a tourniquet, tight
And each word is precise as a surgical slice
Because I'm certified fresh, the ripest tomato
Doper than weed, got you baked just like a potato (hahahahaha)
Constant with my confidence and highly motivated
Underestimated greatness that cannot be overstated

Stargazing, triumph on the brink
And all the thoughts I think turn to blots of ink
Journals drippin', pages dampened with the weight of it
Plannin' how to map a route, lost in the haze of it
Stargazing, triumph on the brink
And all the thoughts I think turn to blots of ink
Journals drippin', pages dampened with the weight of it
Plannin' how to map a route, lost, this might take a bit

And everywhere I go
The music keeps on pumpin'
It's givin' me a feelin'
That I can keep on runnin'
And everyone I know
Is scared of bein' nothin'
They're stretchin' out and reachin'
For somethin'

Stargazing, triumph on the brink
And all the thoughts I think turn to blots of ink
Journals drippin', pages dampened with the weight of it
Plannin' how to map a route, lost in the haze of it
Stargazing, triumph on the brink
And all the thoughts I think turn to blots of ink
Journals drippin', pages dampened with the weight of it
Plannin' how to map a route, lost, this might take a bit

credits

from Subjective Art For Mass Consumption, Vol. 2, released March 22, 2023
Written and performed by Christopher Michael Jensen

Produced by Ackronem

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