Yeah.
Sometimes the sun comes up before you even laid your head down.
Just another day in the cycle, man.
Check it.
Staring at the ceiling while the ceiling fan spins a web,
Caught in the middle of what I want and what I dread.
I used to think the world was wide, now it feels like a hallway,
Chasing after sunsets just to end up in the dark-grey.
My sneakers worn down, soles thin as my patience,
Mapping out my future while I’m stuck at the station.
Remember Saturday mornings? Cereal bowls and the "Boondocks"?
Now it’s Sunday nights, anxiety, and watching the room clock.
I miss when life was easier.
Before the handshake felt like a contract, and the air got breezier.
Now every breath is heavy, weighted by the "what-ifs" and "whens,"
Counting my blessings on one hand, and my debts on ten.
It’s a long road, walking through the valley of the shadow,
Trying to keep my head up while I’m paddling this shallow...
Water. It’s getting harder to breathe.
Looking for a reason just to stay and not to leave.
Yeah, we’re all just looking for the light, right?
My girl says I’m distant, like I’m orbiting a different moon,
But I’m just trying to hum a melody that’s actually in tune.
She says, "Where’s the affection? Where’s the time that we used to spend?"
I’m looking at the ledger, trying to make the ends meet the end.
I tell her, "Love is not enough anymore."
That’s a bitter pill to swallow when you’re staring at the floor.
Hard to keep a flame alive when the wind is blowing cold,
And every dream I ever had is starting to feel old.
I need money and work ain’t enough.
The world is getting polished while I’m stuck in the rough.
I’m staring at the engine, wondering why it won’t transpire,
I got dreams but no money to fuel the fire.
So I’m burning up the midnight oil, hoping for a spark,
Just a kid with a pen, trying to leave a permanent mark.
Keep pushing.
They told us the sky was the limit, but forgot to mention the oxygen gets thin up there.
Just keep climbing.
Yeah.
Iconic
