Rap/Hip-hop with glitchy electronic beats.
It’s 20 years since this started up
Let me tell you how it was:
a 4-track Radio Shack tape deck
I tried to get it down
Record what I had to say
I thought I had all the time I wanted
Somehow it got away
There were so many big plans for me
They all told me I was great
13 years of experiments and studies
I finally escaped
4 years I lived in winter
9 in L.A.
Everything used to work just fine, now it’s not OK
Broken bones won’t heal
This broken heart can’t feel
And scars (some self-inflicted) on skin rashed and peeled
My knees cracking
My guts slowly rusting
Hair thins and turns gray
It’s just a matter of time
You see you’re already in line
The short straw in your hand is previously defined
With every breath you draw into your gasping chest
Think of how sweet it tasted
And all the time you wasted
Was it worth it in the end?
Would you do it the same if you could do it again?
Doubts and questions piling up
The laws of physics simply state the case:
There is no escape.
I walk beneath cherry blossoms listening to the rain.