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Pebbles in my shoes, gravel underneath
Wine bottles breaking against my teeth
Losing spirits, inadequate grips
Shot after shot slipping behind your lips
Weak hands trying to reach for something solid

Rocky exterior, someone find me a geologist

Make me more polished, marble crafted body

Never gotten drunk but I still spit up sloppy

Put me a neat glass, I sure hate going to class
Keep me by your chest side, even if it's just a flask
They put me on blast, don't even know the half
Gotta study when I get home but I don't think I will last

Ended up first but only for a second

Strike me down like an automatic weapon

Let me see something even if aggression
Otherwise just wrap me up in your attention

I'm feeling really bland and it's just who I am

Work and school and poetry slams

But what's in my hand? I can't understand

What's left on this tarnished wedding band

Aiming on point but I still miss you

Afraid of a certain word so I can't misuse

Hate being a clean ex. Not grabbing tissues

Chiseled and locked down, life of a missile

Room messier even though I'm a quote "grown up"

Time goes slow enough to show you what sure sucks

But quick enough so you can't even know your own stuff

Hit the detonation but you can't even blow up

I wanted to be clever, I wanted to be cool

I wanted to be everything I tried to be at school

But I messed it up, what is flowing in my veins

I'm still too vain: looking for something to gain

Hate going to this place, it's all bullshit
Life is a trigger and yes I'm trying to pull it

Keep anger like grudges: it's best not to hold it

Not being claymation, I'm not being molded

Hold the fabric of my own destiny

Feels good in my fingers, yes it better be
Cooking up something real mean with my recipe
Quote my own shit and just let it breathe

Like 1, 2, 3,
1, 2, 3, and you better read.
Mixing up all sorts of different aspects
Literature nerd, what do you expect?

Check the specs if you're feeling twice as deft
But you won't predict of what's coming next

This kid is feeling both cursed and so blessed
Feels the pressure but is it that good stress?
I can present but I can hardly test
Don't bury my struggles inside my chest
I suspect that the finesse of this rest
Will reveal the quest that will ingest
More progress, less digress
Traveling in my mind, east to west

His style is real clean but he lives like a mess
In the end, just trying to fill out the Pokedex
His style is real clean but he lives like a mess
In the end, just trying to fill out the Pokedex

And of course the beat changes with the content
No contest I'm spilling my guts is my level of honest

I fucking hate being here, but I make it a little better
Carve smooth nooks in a world of inclement weather
Already used to that rain and that gloom without rocking hoods
Are you okay, kay, kay, kay? Let's get it understood
that my skin pigment is not oriented in my ability
to rock microphones and have ninja agility
My mental stability is located in something more intangible
Cross of a beast, scholar, speech kid and an animal

My anchors that keep me down, keep me grounded

Still trying to figure out life and how it's founded
I'm being childish? Well, it's just a little gambit
I treat life like the solar system, I have to PLAN IT
I manage through skill alone and when I'm in the zone
Never phone in a performance I both shine and shone

Typing furiously at keyboards enough to pop the tab off
I'm a shaken up soda can: I'm about to pop the tab off!

Just call it blastoff, just try to laugh it off

Never being bottle necked but people still think I'm a mad dog
I'm controlling this alternate shift
Can't find the end or delete so we won't really finish

Switches from serious to jokes more times in a minute

The tragicomedy of Alex Dang. You either in it or with it