Stories Average

stories average broke no diploma havin
son of a pusha goes to show Moe was born a savage
sorta borin if you look at it, cus this is it
Learned how roll a blunt before I ever kissed a bitch/
so I don’t need to visit memory lane
I catch reminders every time somebody mentions their names/
And it ain’t the same the days are slow
More mistakes when you’re raised by ghosts/
But I know it’s gon make me a better person
As I think of it all as time that I spent rehearsin/
I write words around breath
That’s beautiful, ever since I learned about death/
The worst is now less, if you actually measure
The weight of never havin ya family back together./
But I’m a man now
And when you speak of future fathers to be I stand out/
So for this fucked up history I’m damn proud
Cus it’s proof that if you get through then it pans out/
Even if the numbers low when the scans out
I’ll sleep comfortably just knowin I’ve got fans now/
I shout for those that can’t shout
raise my hand for those that never had a hand out/
Stand for those that stand alone we can stand together
They might hold us down now but they can’t forever/
with every second I survive
as long as I remember that i'll never have to die/
no longer will you see me, but you'll never have to cry
if there's a time for heaven then remember that was mine/
time for ultimatums and the motivation's mine
our childs revolution so we cultivated minds/
truth a make em scared, but also dare to make the rise
with a whisper it begins then it culminates in sighs/
when they take a side, it's fate that they decide
since words are greatest weapon i'm a always stay supplied

It's about one of us

Somewhere in between first and second to last
didn't graduate wasn't never in class/
still congratulations 29 and alive
full time job just tryin to survive/
girls ain't shit just fuck em and leave
old soul gets told in the dust that he breathe/
eight hours on his feet, ache in his legs
stress in the day then he takes it to bed/
lays his head on his hand, awakes in the chair
one happy moment ain't makin this fair/
holidays worse then the regular days
cept the time and a half what the regular pays/
nobody call, visitors sparse
takes breaks in his brain but he lives in his heart/
that he wears on his sleeve where they stickin the darts
takes the poster off his wall then he rips it apart/

dark silhouette block the stars behind
not worth collecting though he's hard to find/
dies fast yet charges fine
eventually it work, but never starts in time/
at the bar later on where he sits just to have a sip
holdin it together, slowly unravelin'/
boxed in travelin', a 84 chevrolet
hard to describe, he the day before yesterday/
designated spot where today's wars uh emanate
brush stroke masterfully change course meditate/
résumé for paint stores, more shades will let em make
steps towards the future at the pace boredom levitates/
fist thumps the chest, resonates from the pain stored
clouds been there but he the one that they rain for/
stakes hell or heaven , stopped at both on the same tour
follow what we blind to, with nothin left to aim toward