[int eighty]
Yeah our pathways in life are so often inadvertent
That we’re caught up in these patterns like we purchased the immersion
The cycle begins, begin recursive
I draw first blood, be the one to come with purpose
Was nervous- had to make an enter-ance but eloquent
Fighting through my writing had to sharpen up the pencil tip
Seeking excellence in leveling the penmanship
Relaxed a bit, opened up the editor and let it rip
Eyes on the prize applied ego for the tarnish
Never dreamed of rocking stages Vegas out to Cardiff
I remember feeling alien, barely if a martian
Turning from disheartened til I’m pulling out of darkness
Verses were cathartic, breaking out the harness
Ever-moving targets still remember why you started
Until one day, you’ll simply be a carcass
One step to start this; until the end regardless



[int eighty, Mikal kHill]
Burning up the candlelight, focusing my line of sight
Facing up to fight or flight, my options were to write and write
Searching for a guiding light, wishing it was shining bright
Feeling like it’s smoke and mirrors amplifying signs of life
(Hah) Took challenges at point blink
Thirsty for a verse like we’re fishing in an empty tank
I spent hours on bars in bars before I ever drank
Burning through the napkins still my pen tip was spilling ink
Battled anybody, anywhere, at any place and time
Always holding heat with a furnace fueled by plenty rhymes
Parking lot, mall lobby, bus stop central line
I augmented freestyle; hell, I invented prime
Relentless on the hourly when anyone would start me
Going toe to toe at Virginia house parties
I was driven, and hope I’m never giving up
But death comes for all of us, glad I got to live it up

[Mikal kHill]
Bitter words spoken, the world lost focus
Cold comfort of a pen, but it all felt hopeless
I spoke up even with my voice so strained
A hard way to live but I still maintained
Life is pain, I used to say it as a joke
Til I fell off stage whiling, left my left wrist broke
Hard to cope. I used to sell CD-Rs
Nowadays kids are like what the fucks a CD-R?
My mind so scarred, flipped it onto paper
A few strong words for the behavior of my maker
Never been a faker, mix it up like a shaker
Break it down to bits so you can light the grill and let it savor
The flavor and I’m not even started on the mouth feel
Break the fourth wall cause I keep it too real
Birth til death, that’s the way it’s gotta be
Till they got me under rocks labeled RIP