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Lyrics

[Verse 1] [SOS:] Late for bed early to rise, except for Tuesday Racism disguised as curriculum in the school place Everyone's a victim, including me in the worse way Why am I writing this song in the first place? Cause it's my life [Tone:] And the words that are stirred are the curse we serve as we observe But hey - we return the gift of it every birthday Ticket or not, no exchanges 'Give what you got's' the lone arrangement But instead of swapping it, you're supposed to sang it [SOS] It's hard not to be anxious, I try to be gracious But I feel incompatible, like I speak another language No one understands, but they clap Yell "ho!" and throw up they hands I love my fans, but I think some don't understand This is my life [Tone] And they never will. You gotta stop it They don't care how the movie is made, they just wanna watch it This audio commentary's the part of your thoughts you bury The audience wants its bare Let the songs do the talking, hear me? [Hook: Tone] These are the sounds of the force running through my blood Running through my veins (Setting the music to my life) And in the silence the thoughts come in tune like drums Gunning through my brain But I don't wanna ride with it anymore And I don't wanna find what I wanna say I just want a life on a steady floor Why live this tug of war I'd give it all away Hey hey hey [Verse 2] [SOS] And this is life Bickering ex wife stripping me of my rights Not letting me see my kid without a fight What a life I shoulda thought twice before I settled for stability Even though I did what I thought was right but it was trife The scorn after the storm was worse than all the lies Cause it's like, I try but I get denied Oh why are Murphy's laws so hard to defy I put it in a song and it makes me feel alive This is my life [Tone] And every flex of your lung to survive is a chime upon the wrist-watch of father time Counting down the seconds You're on the clock, in essence How come albums live forever? Cause a part of you deposits on the record So just watch just how you spend it [SOS] Times are hectic, minds are infected Like zombies that aren't dead yet, but on their deathbed Writing is the artist's solution to free tension And tapping into it usually leads to learning a lesson But not without the price of yearning & stressin' Remembering the past Why in the world would I wanna remember that? I lock it up And by the time it comes out I erupt It's almost as if this isn't enough What the fuck? [Tone] Listen up! Stop questioning! Come to grips with the realization Your gift is the reason your pain's not lessening The strain you're now sensing from these days of mounting tension Forms the same stocked up aggression that gains a crowd's attention The 'Yin & yang' without the emblem It's creation and destruction Bring something to light, the darkness will try to reclaim it's subjects You're an involuntary filter for the human experience Because of you, they'll know the truth as they're hearing it And here it is... [Hook]