Stepped out the car in the city of my new life,
Didn’t pack much just a mic and harddrive,
And my Nothing Muzik CD for the demo live,
Banking on a dream that barely keeps me alive,

I always tell the truth even when I lie,
Not on purpose and I try I see the surface and I glide,
To the top of my mind and I see it all inside,
All the crying and the sighs but on the outside it’s fine 

So many people in my life most are recently,
Think about my future put a smile on fake decently,
I cannot stand personas having some fake decency,
I promise you it does not go by all that easily,

Frequently I have nightmares that often end peacefully,
Secretly I piece together parts and bits so easily,
They’re needing me underground in disarray and its not ok,
Because one day they’ll look back and see I was a visionary,

Looking at my stream numbers that shit is abysmal,
Bottom of the barrel I can’t even see a decimal,
Ace said not to quit I got talent I don’t use it,
So I made Nothing Muzik but I still can’t fuze it,

Abuse it, that’s what I do with the beat,
When I rap and I rap and im still with my feet,
Its like a giant monster I can’t defeat,
Tim Jones walked now he’s down six feet,

Now I can let these dream killers go and kill all my dreams,
Or use my ego as the steam to fuel my release,
pull back on the sadness and pull down my sleeves,
because nothing stops growing I am like a tall tree,

But I’m not gonna fold cause im feeling the strain,
I been drenched in doubt now I dance in the rain,
Got my scars out in daylight no need to explain,
I aint hiding my story just to make it look plain,

And I ain’t tryna pity me, I’m stating what it is,  
Just a kid with a voice and a vision in the mist,  
They don’t listen till you gone, it’s a fucked up twist,  
I could vanish in the fog and they wouldn’t know I missed,

Stepped out the car in the city of my new life,
got a show six blocks I’m running late I’m passing cops,
fans rush the stage and I ain’t even there,
open the gates and I climb the stairs and I’m there,

Stepped on the stage with the weight of my past,
Mic in my hand like it’s all that I have,
Nothing Muzik still spinning still won’t sell fast,
But I made what I needed now that feeling can last,

Stepped into the room in the city of my new life,
boxes full I’m starting up brand new walls I’m guessing up,
the sun on my skin I feel the radiant beams,
I think I’ve found what life really means,

The Way

a kid from Wisconsin who makes music.
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The Way

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