Rhythm and Greens

RHYTHM AND GREENS

       I’m here cause I’m messed up and cause I messed up
                      Luck does not come into play
   If you catch a bad break you can take it and make it work
         Or wallow in your mistake and just ache and hurt
I’m always to be known as the sick jerk beyond control
          Who pitched a fit, picked on a kid, and paid the toll
            Hold up though, I don’t know where I should go
              In the pantheon of notorious, inglorious foes
                     (I chose this life, I pulled my knife out
                               and sowed strife no doubt)
                                        I’m not proud
             I’m not gonna say that I’m not who you say I am
                      Whether I ain’t or am too is on you
                        All I can do is provide my side
                         I don’t intend to minimize or
              Give lies that imply that I shouldn’t be despised
                            Keeping it real, that’s what’s up
                          That’s how you live up in the cut
                            Through the rut, the bad blood
                               Mad thugs getting no love
                             Holding a grudge just because
                            They got us under lock and key
                              Go back to the block in misery
                               And that’s where you remain
                         I ain’t saying just put on a happy face
                            We all want to be some other place
                            It’s not just four walls, it’s dozens
           Inside, outside, try to climb get caught in the wire
                     I could have told you it can’t be done
                Perimeter’s only breached by digging deep
              Going down into the ground as a workaround
                          Or I guess you can just wait
                       Maybe forget to lock your gate
  Take a stroll in civilian clothes before they close it themselves
                       Get some help from the outside
                            Pay a bribe or it’s suicide
                    All you gotta do is think outside the box
                        Even if they got you busting rocks
Shaking in your socks when the cold freeze cleans your clock
                           It’s not the end of the world
                           It’s still spinning, believe me
                      Try to relax, just don’t take it easy
Copyright © | Year Posted 2025

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