I don't know who I am anymore And maybe that's a good thing Speaking in goddamn metaphor Floored by all the ways that I've swung Strung along for a ride that At any moment will bury me alive But it's a hell of a time Placing your hand underneath a dancing knife Welcome to the new poor, where we Were gonna get our dream jobs, but the Loans owed plus the lone wolf goals Made us into a fuckin mob, but we All still stand apart, like we Being thrown by someone bad at darts, that's why I'm here, to bring us all together Birds of a feather, now and forever you fuckers C: Save yourselves together Be the one who makes the biggest small change Think about how we affect each other Just be the best you there ever was Belly full of laughter and armor full of daggers It would be quite tragic if I couldn't do magic Doesn't matter, though, watch me pull a rabbit Rapidly rapped radically brash and magnanimous Free to enjoy, hilarious charity Fighting disparity with songs worded carefully Dreamed of performing since I was a toddler and Now I got the fodder from father far away Not just in distance but in spirit Can you hear it? It's the lyrics Being subversive in this conversion From bored millennial to thoughtful person Even when the world doesn't hold I Still lay the lines and know the lies told I know the icebergs seem ice cold But the worst parts the crash, never fucking Fold, whatever comes your path, keep your thoughts Bold, in aftermath the pluses and Minuses might of all been an illusion That's the easy conclusion, what are you Doin with your life, if everyone was gone and You were all alone, will you still sing a song no Audience, just silence that needs to be filled That’s only destroyed with the power of will I didn't have a choice, I never Created my own noise, as a musician it Bothered me much, so my life got revisions and I Even stopped hating religion, I'm not Here to preach, although it's bound to happen I Tend to be opinionated while I'm yapping But the one thing I want you to take from this score is How much I really motherfucking hate Macklemore Would you like to play We could hold hands We could love some more, try it

Took 20 years to realize I lived life in 3/4 time Waltzing around with a schmaltz Combine Charles Schultz with lightning bolts Yeah I've been in what some call a cult Our education system is broke I figured out, dropped out, and had a toke And now writing rhymes and silly jokes It's been for me, been flying Diagonally, drawing aggro from the Self awareless who couldn't care less if They wore a pink shirt or a bare chest Just cause I gave them a fair test To help them shoot down their own arrogance Please don't tell me that I'm soft, when I'm Built from the granite in Vermont Shit there just was, plain and simple People on the street were your kinfolk And I hope for that everywhere But not because you're allowed to care You decide your pride, I tell me Mass media might try to mediate that Conversation, but keep fighting em Did you ever ask why life just Left you behind for a stride Alive, wise, nice, but suicidal Now twice I've had a vice lie to me Made me feel illegal, so ivory And suffice it seems I'm on top, not a Track matter next to this nerdish addict To pokemon and pot, sorta flopping Cause living is better than motherfuckin drops Slippy tripping since shitty wisdom Held me at its bosom, wouldn't Ever tether forever with other lovers Gloves they won't wear, frozen Fingers, bodies while singing, and food Bad for you, but you can't really refuse In the moment, what you sposed to do Just make it through? No! but you can Still hold onto your pride too, no matter How many times you've been lied to, take a Look around at your own life, truth, and live Life like your right in your mind, dude, take your Cape off, it won't help you take off Just there to clean the mess once you bate off You just wanna key to the city when you Catch the next fuckin Bernie Madoff It'll take more than one ape caught To stop shots fired by cops at the Black Lives that matter, like mine does No more "back in the day man Kind was" bullshit, it always was Fucked, we've just lifted up the rug To find thousands of mugshots of Men who needed more hugs Prose is opposed to posers focused on the Bitches and hoes they think they know So semantic antics like "microagressions" Are bougie, loopy, and only protection If you ain't afraid of getting shot, drop your Victim act, we all got problems but If your worst are getting hurt feelings Come together so we can solve other's

Large crash, big boom Here I am, trapped in this living tomb Thought the night just had a moon Until I felt roaring clouds shaped like mushrooms Who knew bout the beauty in doom and gloom Hit that hihat to buy back the afternoons Stolen by the lies that told me I was something When really, I was nothing Floating fixtures tell me to look way Beyond the sky Nothing feels like everything’s alright But am I? Look inward, you’ll find a solar system, you’ll find Another Earth, you’ll find another you, you’ll find a Better view, embrace this new birth, encase this New worth, put it on a mantle, on a plaque Up to a candle and watch the color it burns Watch they way the smoke sways and swerves One day those rainbow flames will decay, words Written might be saved, but never again heard Will our speculation even matter when the Sun shatters and we wrote our final chapter I guess this is all for nothing, but if We created the something, we can be the Anything we hope for while lying under stars, or we can Try to figure out who we are, I don’t mind Being corrected, while I hope these thoughts are Reflective, it’s just my perspective Turn off the strobe light, turn off the strobe light I’m lovin this shit that you wish were your right, but I got them windpipes that spin out these win tracks that Distract from the fact that you fucked up your life, it’s Tragedy, my bastardly catastrophies are actually a Majesty from passionate ideas made reality, can Callan see his future bright, not with all these strobe lights you All try to flash at me, your machoman battery is Flattery cause now I guess I am a threat to your arrogance Apparently masculinity is so fragile that my energy is Menacing, it’s imminent, your edipus complex won’t rest and Motherfuckers will still rise as evidence by reddit threads, it’s In your head, in both I suppose, you bros need some self control Hopefully not parole, reassess your fuckin goals Fuck boys, you fuck boys are fucking with anyone that You see as fuck toys while I’m gonna rejoice cause I focused my voice on actually succeedin in Freakin, while you still getting drunker every weekend Sorry that atari gets me goin more than hockey, but I'm Tired of these tools who hate my songs, so sweet and artsy Turn off the strobe light, turn off the strobe light I’m lovin this shit that you wish were your right, but I got them windpipes that spin out these win tracks that Distract from the fact that you fucked up your life

I probly ollie off a cliff before I score a snitch Took a pill from Morpheus, see the numbers crisp Tripping like I don't know what a pageant is, adjectives Always stay my friend from the Ave to the abacus Never needed nads to make mad beats, to make a House mom freak, not like she hates some peeps, but cause she Don't wanna loathe me, that classy white boy who always Say “have a nice day”, yeah, my body is a Temple, so what's next to my ears, just a weakness Nahh, a mind divine enough to blind beatniks Maybe I'll get 10s, but I'll probly get 2s on the Basis that my banter is embarrassingly true I was built for skirts, sprints, and speakin soft So every verse is a challenge, Callan gets off at Bein what you aint want him to be, Andross Mouth when it's bout how much this shit does cost Hangin from a cross for lost fucks who have it all but Know that those whose don't matter fall cause they sadder than Calls that your papa died, I speak for the kids who told they can never bad mad about shit Scream louder than for ice cream cause nice dreams aint Handed out in culdesacs and before you stuck in roundabouts I Hope you roar like catamounts that you amount to more than a Cashier at a grocery store, you're a unicorn BLIP verse coming soon!

When there’s rain upon the world We just skip stones cross the street We hold hands while we laugh We sleep touching feet I’ve waited five hundred days to Put something behind a beat that Get’s this shit deep You know what I mean Different clocks to different walks to Minimal talks to two stubborn rocks Blocked off the path to different tracks Changing those roads on the same map And we look at the jungle Surrounding us, we found us Not leaving each other in the dust Even when we let the other go It’s hard to love though When you can’t love yourself Sometimes it’s just cause you Don’t know what to like You don’t even know who you are You’re just a mess of scars And someone can help you Find you in there The world tries to tell me that you’re not my people, but the Ones who made me feel real was Kain and Chef Niko Glad that I vomited so much I needed that miso and then Realized she was a lie, me to me, my ecosystem Formed me away from my identity, a plenty of Faces that come with brevity, a black flowey Skirt is all I need, the hurt covered by weed, the words Never enjoyed til boy was not my means of Expression, no exceptions, except some, fluid fruition Made it ok sometimes for me to call myself “bitchin” While some step out the closet I step out the kitchen, cookin Somethin so hot, you won’t even know you’re listenin, you’ll Experience sex serious tests, from breasts to testing beds In a world when your different, you feel your death loom Put on a mask and dreamed of bein MF Doom, took it Off now proud to be so rare they be callin me a loon Not sure if I’m a toon, stretchy, so messy, so Blessed to be breastfeeding all of you lovers from my chesty The man in me commands a band of brand new plans to Connect all us settlements and win this game of Catan He kills the bland in trans until he fuckin kicks the can and Hopefully has an apprentice to impress a mess of vessles Ready to be themselves, spelled out q-u-e-e-r Ill change you all so much you’ll join the trans vanguard I thank you every day That you helped me become more than the man I was supposed to be More than just a social outcast But a beautiful person possible of so much more Of being fluid, present, and honest with myself Thank you, I love you When there’s rain upon the world We just skip stones cross the street We hold hands while we laugh We sleep touching feet I’ve waited five hundred days to Put something behind a beat that Get’s this shit deep You know what I mean Girl that was hurt by the obstacles made, and Boy who was worth what he was paid, two Kids in the bodies of those who lay, with the Scared looks that indicate they prayed, but the Prayers paired up and ran away, knowing They’re bullshit, they feel the same, the two Kids come together, they see the pain the other has They’re alone, prone to say, “fuck our dads” It was the best laugh they ever had Til the next one, and the laugh after that one A bug once said here comes the sun, and it Burned soon after, but not us, we Shone so low upon the earth that the men and Women couldn’t ignore where we found worth, warmer they Got until with love they all burst And I hope that boy is me I know a girl who gave me this dream I hope when she hears this she’s in my arms In my bed, or we’re in hers, and I’m in her heart If not, I hope what I jot brings some Good to the people who have nothing they got Something they wake up to and read a lot, and Share with your kids, signed Callan and Hobbes

I saw Jesus near the top of a cross, tellin me, fuck off I accepted my loss, crossed my fingers, hopin coke was wrong Got that right, despite their might I think I turned out alright Pressure, perspiration, and premeditation fucked me good in the night No pussy’s perspired pheromones that were comparable, and Like them, I'm individual, when I'm added up instead of divisible I'm invincible, like The Lord is, when I'm near Cape Cod, where I Saw God's son once again, givin my ass a 9 outta 10 Now got more faith in 4 leaf clovers than devils and angels on my shoulders Not cause I'm bolder, older, or from Boulder, nahh, like I told ya I pushed up against the pressure from the hands who wanted to mold me Tales of a sculpture, now my dick hang out and I'm made outta bolder Poltergeist heists I never think twice about, I'm apatheist I looked around me, and it's just us, horny over two dykes Am I one, no, but I found so much less necessity in Pronouns, or am I confused by what I found on RedTube, is This cause once a dead dude decided what was right, and we think Those who rock the water are all assholes, but I love skipping stones Started at my Grandma's where the creek gave me meditation Behind the vegetation she grew, I joined the plants, shot Higher and higher while enjoyed a plant that stinks in the fire, higher and higher Hitting the bong til I bled from the hand, and still no desire to stop where I am Now I leave a red handprint on all these fucks that I touched, no need for a tan If I need power to be a good male then I am no man, Serendipity Hippy shit and suburban pigs I've been split between since I was 14 Fuck all the fucks who say I'm fucked up cause I got another source of dopamine I'm not fucked up at all, and if you were to ask, the way you worship malls and Balls and dolls and a fuckin God that isn't there at all's fucked up to me Now got more faith in 4 leaf clovers than devils and angels on my shoulders Not cause I'm bolder, older, or from Boulder, nahh, like I told ya I pushed up against the pressure from the hands who wanted to mold me Tales of a sculpture I'm passive, and people find that way too attractive Been bred to be justification since I was actively givin out passion I'm tired of people who keep asking how I'm doing cause they Just need a distraction from their reactive actions, do I want a Midas kiss, or am I fine with the kanker soars that I find, do I Need nirvana, nevermind that shit, I'm ok with a life like this, with the Pain that comes and numbs you til you grow hard like a sculpture But fuck it I'm beautiful, from the vans that I wear til the hair on my shoulders

The funk’s my feet, my speak’s a skunk, suckin Nips while holding hips til I got too drunk, faded like Outros, track record imperfect, so worth it, this Inertia birthed a murderous version of Cal courage, sir The shirts off, the first knock’s to the jerk standing In the mirror who can't see his own worth, what kinda Hero defeats himself in his own verse, I’m worse than Curses, village verses shaman, Cal slurps his Ramen, poorer than vodka to glass, I guess I got too stoned to get glass out my ass, true Story, got scars, from my cheek to my heart, but getting All the shards out wasn’t even the worst part Most folks only saw one piece at a time, so each Bloody piece I pulled out they told me, “you’re fine” When they're around just a moment, no one seem to mind the Tragedies that happen, but still fear to be blind I’d rather lose my vision than my hearing cause I Value all your words, I’ve teared up in Front of yall cause I called for justice for all, but Nobody can hear you when you’re just not that tall Who defeats himself in their own verse? This fuck on the mic who finds idolization perverse I hope you worship yourself and know why you’re here, though I hope that I get to be your last hero

I didn't choose this music, it chose me None of my raps should be classified OG Maybe I'm irrelevant but this is for the hell of it Syncopated bass drums and analog synths are my Element, it started in a mellowship Split shit with scripted analysts, Manic hits Seem to be my strength, no way my spit celibate Rapped about myself while wearing bright yellow shit What twist got my game lit? Well I heard Alliteration, thought it was magic, picked up a Pen, put down the ax quick, and got so many People telling me what I do is irrelevant Not about an image, just a Guy who had Too much to say in just one phrase I went about it with respect to the greats, but my Fate was to create my own mixtape, though First it was a joke, making fun of wangsters Then I felt the anger that made pens scribble paper I got out that Donald Draper Wave and surfed days on earl sweatshirt and vapor Funky bass lines soon became saviors I tasted so many different flavors Changed my syllabus, fuck all the majors Prescribed myself medical melody and metaphors And by fuckin miracle I rock this shit I rock this shit, I'm positive, I get shit Lit, a pox I plagued through rhythmic rips til All the kids had thought I lost my grip It's not a bit, a story straight from college Had to quit before I ever got that knowledge Dropped the S and I left with honor, no more Lisp that mists, no more drowning in water Operation sublimation of the hip hop Nation has been debated as much as hip hop is hated I grew up believing rappers just got faded Then I dug deeper and related, not cause I Wanna be black but cause I felt my back up Against a wall and saw you could stand tall if the People who had it worse could still fight, so I fought to Make sure that all my skills tight These guys were heroes to me, mixin rhythm and some Poetry to flow through me like Holy Ghosts through rosaries Feels like my mind grew ovaries cause I'm giving birth to Poultergiests who haunt my listeners, an overly Ridiculous remark, but the hearts in the bark, lift you Up so high you see the light over dark, you feel the Spark like a car whose stuck in park, feel the start Of the revolution inside you imbibed too Fast, but that's the best rate, now you kick the Assholes till they got Brown taint, you get shit On, and you learn to love the hate, you know they Only give a shit if you make them irate I think it's only the media who spins that the Start of hip hop is right where it ends But freestylin is fun with your friends in the Back of subarus, puffin blunts or vape pens Rap when your sober, rap with your partner Learn how to beat box and speak like your heat rocks Just believe in yourself, that's the whole point of Rapping, not bragging about how big's your joint I need to thank tyler, em, Earl, ye Smalls, doom, mos, guru, Kendrick, and dre They showed me how beautiful rhymes were when The times hurt and you hated yourself This shit’s now a part of me, I know I'm not Gonna make a hit, shit at archery, but someone will Take what i mean home, I believe that It's all I need fore my bpm goes flat I wrote from the moment, now it's scribed, my one Scratch on the earth before I die, of course I Dream that my impacts much bigger than an elephant but I'm Prepared to be irrelevant, peace