This was actually the first track I composed with the uke. I'm still very happy with it. As before, the lyrics can be found below:

I might not have enough
and even though it's tough
to make
a place or a difference

The ocean lives and churns
The blazing sun will burn
today
and what am i doing?

Here.

Wake up and go to work
gotta paint on my best smirk
and wait
wish i could stare out a window

everyone i know falls down
try to pick them off the ground
and say
Can I help you feel better
oh?

Time slips 
by
And then we
die
There has to
be

A Reason
Reason

I hope I'm not too late
Didn't leave it up to fate
Did you?
I pray you're still breathing

You've gotta make your own
Not something overblown
Or huge
Doesn't have to be endless

No.


Make Your Own

I cut this from No Agenda episode 873 - No Agenda is a listener produced podcast.  And some producer hit it out of the park with this one.

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Prod. by @dehku. He's amazing. Go listen to his music.

His work inspired me to rap over this. And he's such a cool guy, he let me do it.

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They say complacency is death
I’ll bet, but I’m set to let the rent go
and slip into some debt so
Just in case you wanted to know
If you’re ever feeling so low
Ambition is cruel
You’re merely a tool
To whims you cannot control

It’s easy to think if you had more
You wouldn’t keep wanting
But I can’t stop wanting
This windowless desktop is daunting
Professional head shots are taunting
Me to leave and be free with these
Responsibilities—to seize
These dreams with limited means

And I can’t help but thinking
If I could be happy with sitting and drinking
Laughing while sinking
What is it exactly at stake not worth risking?
Is anyone listening?
That thing in your life that you feel is now missing
I keep on insisting
It’s a hole you can fill but you’ll never feel whole.

If only I found satisfaction in inaction
No need for traction if you succumb to distraction
A chain reaction
Where failure is part of your status quo
Ya don't grow
But in wanting nothing there's something
Home

It’s where your story begins
And where you witness all your first sins
And wins
With the ominous winds of your kin’s
Struggle to huddle together and weather
Their errors and pressure and terror and measure
The worth of your wings
How much can you carry when buried with things?

I cannot stop scrolling
Through Facebook and trolling
All this hatred I’m doling
The time won’t stop flowing
It’s strange to sit here knowing
This future graveyards growing
And where's this jealousy going
My god is it showing?

I know I should be happy for you
Be the glue in lieu of feeling so blue
But
Let me turn the table around
And see
Me

For every person that told me they would support me in person
Then turn around just immerse in their own thing I’m not cursing
but when you’re off and rehearsing and all your friends are conversing
They’re saying the same thing you are right now

If only people would pay attention beyond mere mention
They make no promises just intentions and first impressions
And I don’t wanna sound pretentious
This ain't no lesson.
Just a stray observation or maybe regression.

All that said, all my failures are mine
Maybe if I had a bit more pride
Maybe if I went out of my way and lied
Inside, I’d ride a wave of shame and blame the game
And make inane claims to fame and say I’m self made
I’m casting shade.

Because in thinking I’m better 
And doing things to the letter
I cripple my prospects to cash checks
So what’s left?
I can’t stop 
Even if I wanted to
Till I’m on top
Even if I gotta climb over you

Ambition

Collab by Snook and Myself, in which she improvised the vocal on the fly.

Colab

Sizzle

Collab with Snook, she did the vocal spoken word to my song and this is the result.

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Alex Trapp