I'll Be OK (feat. Slug)

this is the lyrical version that is included in the living human curiosity sideshow, the lyrics booklet that aesop released with "fast cars ..."

burn it down. path of circles round your life to capture all inside your sight. magic tricks for skeptic sake; the ice is thin, stay off the lake. waiting for a clock to punch, wish i could breathe and stop for lunch. if i stopped to count the leaves on only one of these here trees, not sure that i know what's pure, just wanna kill my insecure. some respect, some resent, some remain from start to end. wear my heart on my short sleeves, i'm stuck out here, i lost my keys. from the roof i watch the street and pray for those that's caught beneath. as long as i know right from wrong, i'll be okay, i'll sing my songs. as long as i know right from wrong, i'll be okay, i'll sing my songs. i don't know what i have left to give other than truth and breath. angel when she shuts her eyes likely will lead to my demise. in between my time is short, about to start my last resort. wake me up when it's time to make babies talk and planet earthquake. tie your laces, touch the ground, and let emotions rupture now. as long as i know right from wrong, i'll be okay, i'll sing my songs. well as long as i know right from wrong, i'll be okay, i'll sing. i wanna lift every yellow brick. i've never felt pressured to have to justify my selfishness, at least not to you and yours, maybe just my friends and fellowships. as long as the mood is somehow linked to my enhanced development, i swear they'll understand. there's a storm outside my tenement. beats upon the windows with mother nature's adrenaline. i guess that's why my homie blockhead stays glued to the televis. now i look less intelligent cuz i'm the one that tried to bare the elements and lost. well it's warm by the filament, huddled up close in the company of all my relatives. stories, laughs, black coffee, and honest to god sentiment. cocooned inside the unified efforts to all get settled in away from where the rain pours. well, count your delegates. weed out the bums who practice migration other than elegant. of course i realize the filtering procedure's delicate, but let devils inside to collide with your overzealousness and fall to rock bottom. spot 'em with their carelessness. the urge could burst and turn even those pacifist to militant. you can't even have half a free second to become jealous in. you gotta aim, fire, and aspire to be model veteran buried in merit badges. i'm stuck in the center and could care less about the eye of the storm and its monstrous measurements. i got a defense that i call coolin' with my brethren. sometimes i get wet but it's better than risking life and limb to me, don't you agree? as long as i know right from wrong, i'll be okay, i'll sing my songs. as long as i know right from wrong, i'll be okay, i'll sing. if you wanna push, then i'm ready to push. but if you're pulling while i'm pushing, then why'd you ask me to push?

Cool Song, Always Remindes Me not to worry about it, ill B ok!!

Aes and Slug get together, smoke copious amounts of marijuana and write whatever they think about. Cause it'll be ok. That's what this song is.

The beats dope. It keeps my head moving.