Just Goody…..real talk….no frontin all truth…
Growing up hard and cold young with no hand to hold hungry lookin for food all alone pulling myself up by the laces on my own….thats not at all me but that’s how good songs start, a hero torn apart who rises up to find success save the day win your heart……they’ll say stick to what you know be genuine it shows the emotion from within, the very essence of your soul. Try to copy others and assimilate, you’ll get shit songs like Beyoncé….9 people just make all the single ladies, then a “country” that shouldn’t rate it ain’t hard to tell the truth from the fake.
My story starts off great mom and dad and sis there everyday. Drove me to school coached me in sports taught me at dinner every night us 4. With our dog and cat anyone could see we were a happy lil family…there was a path you were supposed to go to put you on a that perfect middle class road, to a family job and home. It fit my sister perfectly college marry job 2 kids and everyday the same exact story, happiness and working hard gonna take her all the way.
Then we turn the tables to the youngest of the fam, out being rowdy shooting guns not focused on the future thinkin bout life imprisoned in the cubical he really don’t fit in up and changed directions joined the army on a whim, went to war then Hawaii got tattoos he was obsessed with, not exactly livin life the supposed to way but he was on the fringe so it was sorta ok, didn’t have the vision of the day to day bounced around a few jobs wasn’t great but had that family the most beautiful girls everyone would say.
Still something wasn’t right in his head not that he wanted more but the light was dead couldn’t even be happy with the very best self sabotage, pushed away fam and friends and took a nose dive into the abyss. So hard to see the way in darkness found comfort in others that were astray similar story to his but he didn’t wanna fail without giving life his best but didn’t know where to start the rebuild or climb up the hill cept it was more like a mountain he had to scale. And this isn’t necessarily where the story ends but it’s our current place In time and the driving force behind these rhymes it’s what I know it is my life and while I stumble through these lines try to remember what is right I’ll jot down some things so at the very least if nothing more comes then maybe yall can learn what not to do from from me. A cautionary tale of a smartass pasty ginger who shoulda flown instead but fell.
So the rhymes stop here for now while I figure some things out getting spun up in the clouds and hoping there’s a part two to this song that’s doesn’t end up with me lifeless on the ground. But flyin high with success that somehow I found.
Just Goody still….still here for now, tryna find my way….tryna figure shit out…just wanna say I love yall go out and be great!
NeuronMystical
