Confide in the Mic

Confide in the microphone now,
Lay your B-side down on the stereophonic track.,
Track it back to the individual who started it all

It was August 29th 2002,
I was sitting in my room just writing a tune.
Thinking so hard about yesterday,
I gotta get outside and get away.
I looked up in the bright blue sky,
The rhyme was just sitting there crystallized.
I put it to the test with my new school voice.
Along with strings it sounds so nice.

When you get the rhythm you just know how it is,
You don't gotta think about it, it just comes like this.

Always gotta be one of you no-beat pushers,
Think you understand it and you think it's cool to knock it.
I don't care if you give it because shit is all you give,
For me being a person and choosing how to live.
I'm talking about the realists that say I can never do it,
Just go to school and go to work and then stick to it.
I'm not saying or complaining that there's something wrong with that,
I just want to do what I do best and lay it down PHAT.

You can try to aggravate me.
You can try to penetrate me,
And my way of being.

Hear what I'm saying, just find yourself out,
I cannot believe this, it just makes me want to shout.
Trading in your hours at the 9-5 and that's the life I can live without.
It may take months, it may take weeks.
It might take all my time and it may take my life.
Hear what I'm sayin' what I'm talkin' about,
I just want to be heard I just wanna get out.

When you get the rhythm you just know how it is,
You don't gotta think about it, it just comes like this.

So when you plan on leaving,
Just remember this is the best place you could ever be.
Walking out on life is like,
Saying you can't handle this world.
So why could you ever handle the afterlife?