Something I made this morning, I hope you enjoy it, download, share, whatever


The beat was produced by Jason, you should check out his soundcloud over here: https://soundcloud.com/thejasom

Lyrics by: Christopher Fontes-Barry

I get nervous every day man, and that's just being honest, trying so hard to improve, like im always hooked on phonix. But the only thing im hooked on seems to be these hydroponics, which has helped to keep me clear of most other gin and tonics, getting on it just to spit, because it makes the sounds seem sonic, and the people who say quit, sorta sound like hypocrits. So let's maybe  pick your wit, with a quick limerick, which is this, you stupid bitch, fuck aabba I like to rhyme a little like this, with just a little randomness, you don't like it, don't give a shit, probably didn't get it anyway, but thats ok, their asking me, while blasting me, if I can help them out? It was hassle in the past, but now it fills me up with doubt. Inside I shout, figure it out, man what's the cause? Broken bones, to broken back, to man whose tryna beat the odds, to all the odds are stacking up, and I don't where to go, so I'll sit at home alone, and maybe blow a little dro, because it helps me to forget, all of my thoughts from rainy days, and I find it kinda fun to write these raps while in this haze. Or maybe call it meditation cause it helps my peaceful ways. Either way it's medication and its certain to amaze.	

Ya, I'm pretty dope and I hope that you know it's true, cause when I'm rapping pretty tight, it's when I'm swimming through the blue, not in the ocean but the skies, because I'm really fucking high, here take a look inside my eyes, they look like glass, that's what I'm on, oh wait I meant to say my bong, oh man I'm so fucking confused I think I'm writing this shit wrong, I guess I need to put it down, and maybe even take a break, for goodness sake, just take a breath, before you're no longer awake,    
Dope, that was an accident, I guess I got a nack for it, Inaccurate, you practice this shit constantly, Controlling me, huh?
On second thought, duh, da, duh, i'm not done
Just trying to have some fun, on this beat before it kills me
Cause I find it hard to breathe,    I guess that also could be 
from me trying to make believe, Believe in all the answers that I learned about in school
From the teachers trying to treat me like they're trying to teach a fool
So I didn't fucking listen let my thoughts all wonder off
To a not so distant future, but this isn't what I thought
Or would ever have had pictured, well, at least not crystal clear
So I'll stick to making music, hope it comes out good to hear

Breathing Exercises (Prod. Jaso_)

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