Track 1

Things are getting out of control
Feels like I'm running out of soul
You're getting heavy to hold
Think I'll be letting you go

My self-portrait,
Shows a man that the wealth tortured,
Self absorbed with his own self,
Forfeit a shelf full of awards,
Worshipping the war ships that set sail on my sea of life,
The way I see my own self and wonder if we still see a light,
We was tight,
Seeing lights,
Speaking right and breathing life,
Now I see my demons and barely even sleep at night,
I don't get high,
Life keep me at a decent height,
As the old me,
I predicted all my recent plights,
Exhausted, trying to fall asleep
Lost inside my recent fights,
Burdens on my shoulders, now,
Burning all my motives down,
Inspiration drying up,
Motivation slowing down,

Things are getting out of control
Feels like I'm running out of soul
You're getting heavy to hold
Think I'll be letting you go

I'm begging you don't let me go,
We vowed like the letter o
To never go our separate ways,
To spin off into separate shows,
Tired of all the wardrobe changing,
Playing all these extra roles,
Filled with all these different spirits,
Living off these separate souls,
Point of life is getting hollow,
Can't wait for the exit hole,
Give me room to entry wound,
Let me in or let me go,


So I can roam around this wilderness,
See it for what it really is, unprepared and filterless,
Magnify the euphony,
Alibi the shooting spree,
Amplify the revolution,
Sanitize the lunacy,
Strip away the justice,
Justify the scrutiny,
I can see the lasers shooting out of you and me

Things are getting out of control
Feels like I'm running out of soul
You're getting heavy to hold
Think I'll be letting you go

Sometimes I feel like the world,
Sometime I feel like, the world... is against me,
And everything that I've done, before,
I swear we used to be so pure,
But we can't be in love no more,
'Cause I don't wanna fight this, war,
But when I put down my gun,
I turn around and pick up one,
This Uzi weighs a ton,
But I think I'm, done

Things are getting out of control
Feels like I'm running out of soul
You're getting heavy to hold
Think I'll be letting you go

I think I'll be letting you go...
'Cause things are getting,
Getting out of control,
Said it feels like,
Like I'm running out of soul,
You're getting heavy to hold,
Think I'll be letting you go,
Letting you go...




Feels a bit like this. As I did make it to study tonight. I wish i could have started sooner as the todo list looked feasible before the ink dried. I cant let go though, this life is amazing. My blessings are just too much for me. I want to ask "why" but i guess this ignorance is bliss.

But Knowledge is Power.  I really believe that. I have alot to discuss with myself as i sift through March. There is a culture show coming up and i know how stressful it is for some. I cant Bhangra for the life of me. It seems the harder i try to hit moves the worse i look. hhahaa.

Things are changing really fast. I now have the opportunity to work more and more hours. I clocked 31 hours this week and a saturday night of catching up would justify all 31. Its always tough to focus so i guess i have to break it down to pieces.  Enough about me.

I saw an infomercial today about Child Hunger in America. Kinda opened up my eyes and reminded me of a priveleged childhood where i never in my wildest dreams had to budget or ration servings of food. To just imagine having a conversation with my parents about "when can we eat" was just insane. Single Mothers, within tax brackets determined by income, working upwards of 60 hours a week can barely feed their children. It's true, and its horrible because if a Child cannot eat, it cant grow. It cant pay attention in class, its insane. And its happening closer than i thought. Whats worse is thats the tip of the Iceberg , on top the United States of America, it gets worse once you dive in.


What about those distantly related to me. Though i may never find you those with my last name begging for money to eat on the streets,  Intentions so pure and motivations so basic, but set up in the creul underground slavery. To save them would be my life in a sentance. But I have to start with myself, and just the appreciation of what i diddnt have to see. I want to send Thank Youz but i guess it resulted in a Kid that takes everything for granted. Im going to write a blog on just food. Everything i know about Food, from what it tastes like, how i went from bacon to turkey bacon, and why i still complain about onions. I try my best to stay positive, but I have issues when it comes to the topic of wasting food. 


As the old me,
I predicted all my recent plights,
Exhausted, trying to fall asleep
Lost inside my recent fights,
Burdens on my shoulders, now,
Burning all my motives down,
Inspiration drying up,
Motivation slowing down,


That and more and more and more and more and more later.