It Really Be Like That

It be rough seas, shipwrecks in my soul,

Gold doubloons in my chest, playing life's role.

Jolly Roger on the mast but my course ain’t steady,

Rum spilling on the deck, mind sharp as machete.

Yo ho, dead dreams in the brig below,

Cannonballs and heartbreaks ready to blow.

Through the glitch, through the trap, haunting echoes wave,

Sailing through my madness, chaos I crave.

Shit it really be like that, storm don’t retract,

Winds howl louder than the beats I compact.

Pirate thoughts, treasure lost, I’m the mapless rogue,

Plundering my psyche 'til my words unload.

Hook for a hand gripping tight on my fate,

No compass in my pocket, just anger I crate.

Sails torn up, patched with hurt and despair,

The horizon stays distant but I’m still out there.

Searching for the glow, where the X marks doubt,

Across the glitchy waves, I hear the ship shout.

Trap the pain in a bottle, toss it out at sea,

Hope it floats back with some clarity to me.

Shit it really be like that, storm don’t retract,

Winds howl louder than the beats I compact.

Pirate thoughts, treasure lost, I’m the mapless rogue,

Plundering my psyche 'til my words unload.