Give me a beat to drift with
For the focus I need, I need my mind lifted
Out of this skull you try to pull me back
I don't lack attention because you don't hold my attention
This detention is too basic so I tend to twist it.
Give me a beat to drift with
To you its just noise, this is the soundtrack I live in
These words flowing out of me like a record stuck spinning
Praying I don't get stuck on these scratches
And detach from the needle, that I have my grooves in

I do the impossible with bass, battling my fears
Flashback to the tears of some years ago
Driving home from a job I just got let go,
Figuring out how to let my wife know
Feeling like a bird having its wings clipped
Give me a bass to break walls with
But here I am a force you just can't stop, sir
As I was taking that one test to change my fate
I was blasting  Watsky and T. Walker
With an inspirational message lasting
To the point that I walked out a ninety question wreck
And came out a certified pharmacy tech.

I'm clinging to these lyrics like my world depends on it
I don't even know what god to thank for the ceilings I hit
So I pray to a different one every night and love this life
Even as I lay here writing, I hear what another is writing
Pounding through my head, in a perfect reciting
Give me the words to widen minds with
I don't even know what god to thank for the ceilings I hit
So I pray to a different one every night with the love of my life.

I apologize for what you read here,
Some people may not believe what they read here.
You see, my generation, is shot down on all accounts
I don't play a victim in this scene, I take a higher route.
They brush me off as joker, dreaming of waking up
I've been climbing trees for fruit but now I'm on the ground shaking them up.
I'm not looking for a handout as my career track shows
But who am I, among these gods, to deny a poor man clothes.

See I'm living in a world where, when I'm old and grown,
The social security I'm paying into will be unknown,
Men and women my age are going on war tours
Left their minds overseas and come back abandoned poor,
Still forgetting what god I'm supposedly fighting for.
I sit patient as they tax my metophorical tea
Then turn on the TV and see riots in the street
As if this history just isn't skipping a beat
I couldn't care less about your race or sexuality,
About your religious ideology, or the identity you see.
I'm looking you point blank and just asking if you're happy.
Because these streets look so bleak
While holding a connected world in my hands,
Still so afraid to speak because everything has to be
So contradictory and couldn't we agree
That my generation is bad
But the previous one raised me.

A lady I work with, she works eighty hours a week
Her old man's at home wearing medical bills as shackles on his feet.
She keeps fighting strong and he keeps pushing on
But they ******* them and take the cane their standing on
Maybe I'm naive but this system just seems so wrong.
You can tax me for education,
Take a dollar for someone's medical bills too
This money is so common, there's only one of you.
I'm not looking to pick a fight
I'm just stating what I believe is right
Throwing down my pen, cutting sharper than a knife.

I sat down at a table with all of these people on my back
I cracked open a bottle of sin, unhinged my locks
Believe it or not, every one of them started to talk
Carefully treading, as once they open their mouths
I fear these hydra heads will never retract
Once you walk out of that blue and into the black
There's no turning back.
From the dark corner of this table, the bottle was passed,
As Mortality poured himself a glass.

He showed me his family, showed me his life
Rolled up his pant so I'd see twenty needle scars on his right
Putting his hand to my heart, making it slow
Before stopping completely, he looked in my eyes and let go.
His skin was scratched raw and hands felt cold as ice
Before passing the bottle he said just three words
"Don't think twice"

The next man to take a sip, was the waiter
With bags under his eyes and tattered shoes
He'd seen success but also knew how to sing the blues
His mind was taxed with stress
His credit was maxed with debt
But still saw the world he was blessed
He gave a small smile as he walked
And laughed his troubles away

The last person to join my scene
Was a child unsure of where he'd been
But saw this place with such realistic clarity,
He rarely trusted the strangers before him
Getting lost in his world of papers and pens
Just pretending that this was a good time to live
In a cage of a mind that rattled through the night.
Before all my demons disappeared, he pulled at my shirt
And whispered "It's going to be alright"