Sea Of Self Loathing

I had just met my now great homie, Chris Deleon, a fuckin kick ass guitarist. He had brought his out and was playing a reggae riff and I was rapping/singing to it in my head. I decided to pull my phone out and hit record and tell him to play it again. This is the result. He hadn't heard me spit, ever, and was improvising. 

Frozen Hopes Jammy Jam Chris Deleon On The Strings

When I was young my peeps thought I was strange
Always stayed in on sunny days preferred to walk in the rain
Searchin for that peace of mind most could not ascertain
You better believe I never believed I'd ever see better days
You better believe I never believed I'd ever see better days
You better believe I never believed I'd ever see better days
You better believe I never believed I'd ever see better days ever see better days ever see better days
But I kept trekkin through what I thought was rain sleet and snow
discovered that what I had suffered was nothin next to what some of us know
Learned to approach life with humility found through strife I could grow
So now I know theres no excuse for chasing a high when I get caught in a low
When I get caught in a low
When I get caught in a low
When I get caught in a low
Swept under the undertow
When I get caught in a low
When I get caught in a low
When I get caught in a low
Swept under the undertow
but that place is so cold
so dark I'm so alone I'm so broken
hearts split wide open
spill the contents on a page
full of rage
full of pain
full of each and every aspect of my life
that makes me wanna blow out my brain
wanna go out in the rain just to catch
every single drip drop just drown in it
listen to the sound when it breaks your heart
put it back together just to take it apart again
find the spark and then light up the dark and win
When I get caught in a low
When I get caught in a low
When I get caught in a low
Swept under the undertow
When I get caught in a low
When I get caught in a low
When I get caught in a low
Swept under the undertow
When it came to chasin a high
I always shot at the very least
the dark part of the moon
got to the point I would rarely speak,
so lost and confused I couldn't fight
or find my way out of some cotton in a spoon
Now I'm walkin round the room
pacing forward and back
thinkin the more I act like nothings wrong
the more that there'll be nothing wrong
but then I find myself
caught in a low
when I get caught in a low

Lunasee

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