DSP... Broken Things...
Ay yo walk with me again, yeah?
Come on...

[Verse 1]
Ay yo I walk these streets, a lost soul in the rain
Hail and storm and gratefully got a place to rest my cranium
To recharge my brain and my sore feet, have something to eat
Then out the door to stalk the streets again
To ponder my owned mentals and return to paper, pen and pencils
Scribble down interior battles like architecture stencils
Detailed like measurements down to the nanometre
Like an optical op, now I'm seeing everything neater
But my shrink was at a loss to fix this
So how the hell am I meant to possibly nix this?
I'm just a regular guy
Sure it seems like I'm at home on the mic
But when I drop it and exit I'm dropping chute-less from outta the sky
Like the coyote, whenever I think that I got it
Roadrunner makes like a ghost then drops the anvil on it
See me climbing outta craters just to kiss the tar
Once more when Speedy Gonzales pass
Scaring the shit out me, yeah, life is a fast bitch
And time waits for no cat; it's a hot tin roof this
And I'm burning like Anakin after Obi-Wan served him
But I'm lacking a master to graft replacements to burned limbs
So what the hell do I do? Ya home's supposed to be safe
But in my heart & mind it feels like I'm being chased
Feels like I'm unable to change
Like a shapeshifter on the receiving end of a silver knife and silver chains
Home is where the heart is, they say
But if I had it my way, I'd just be in the way
Yeah, yo

[Chorus]
Pen & paper & beats & my brain
50% pleasure, 50% pain, 100% passion, 100% drain
Pen & paper & beats & my brain
50% pleasure, 50% pain, 100% passion, 100% drain

[Verse 2]
HAy yo I walk these streets, a lost soul in the darkness
Just to come home, pass over the threshold and hear laughter
Resonating internally externally serving its purpose
Turning me inside out; all my fears and my doubts
Falling upon the page like activists upon the cage
Sage wisdom left in the cold when ya diet is rage
Pop-Eye style; were this a cartoon
The anger for my enemy would be enough to see me through
But this is reality back in action with a loony tune
Weren't for the light of the moon this room could be a gloomy tomb
And I ain't got the cutlery to cut me out this fruity loop
I ain't got a Betty Boop to knock some boots to help me to relieve some pressure
All I have is this strain
Pencil, pen and paper and this goddamn brain
And whenever it allows me to write it's always the same

[Chorus]
Pen & paper & beats & my brain
50% pleasure, 50% pain, 100% passion, 100% drain
Pen & paper & beats & my brain
50% pleasure, 50% pain, 100% passion, 100% drain


Lyrics submitted by DarkSidePoet

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