We all want to live that life...
Stand tall beneath the city lights

But not all can make it!
This world crushes dreams as if they're nothing sacred
So much I've forsaken, so much at stake it, sometimes
Doesn't feel like I can take it...

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I could really use a wish right now
Sitting on a bench with a six pack bound in a distant town
All I do is zigzac round worthless
Purpose is ranked number one on my wishlist now

All these wishes downed like I don't deserve wishes!
The world is vicious, I get burns and blisters
But the worst injury I endured with stitches
Was fainting in a shower so you see the pitch is

Anything can happen you can take a crap when
You get a heart attack it's whack but that's the fact man
Elvis didn't come out from the bathroom intact
So I know I better rap these tracks - get my act on

Stand strong like I strap bombs at Nam
I want in on the action but the fact is that
I gotta take action no grip without traction
Slip once, and you're bound to be last but

( I'm wishing for a better life
Is that a falling star or just a satellite?
I don't know what is after life
But whatever's after, I won't be just a passerby )

So many aspects that I gotta master!
To turn my tracks from ash to alabaster!
But flowers bloom in the wake of disaster
Everything's a cycle I look back at the past and see

Life moves fast so I've got to move faster
So much time passed but the past is a tractor
If I wanna go far I'ma have to go hard
Maybe in a Go Cart, don't forget the laughter

Life's bleak if there is no beat
Life's a long gray street if there is no musique
I've had weeks feeling like I'm choked by sudden grief
When I rhyme I breath, this is bliss to me

So you know you better listen to this emcee
I'm searching for purpose, so far this is me
So far this is my vision why I exist to be
I gotta live in the now not in history

(chorus)

I won't be just a passerby!
I'm gonna carve my place in time
I'm gonna climb the mountain
I'm gonna climb

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Do you ever wanna rap to a rhythm?
At times I feel it's all matched with my system
Melody's a math and I'm trapped in my prison
Sound sets me free to act - better listen
I never really had a plan for existence
It never really goes like I envision it
Sometimes I wish I'd get a mission
Stead of just living on hope - wishing bliss
Took each span of time like a piston
Rode it out a round now the shit's done
I'm a live for real instead of wishing
So sit back relax - take a listen (listen x16)

Yeah! I'm bound to run just a round quick
Learned to stay grounded when I'm sick
So I sit like glue in this here chair
Sit like I'm impaired - I sit and stare
At the screen like I'm facing my demons
I'm scared of both life and the lieman
I can't really tell truth from dreams
But I don't wake screaming, I wake up and-

See the meaning shining in a skylight
In a light sky bright shining outside
Still I'm this chair here I'm tied
Can't go out and smile, my mind
Keeps me in better safe than sorry
Have a lot to lose and I don't want to worry
Every tune I write it's the same old story
But I found sound and sound is All I need (need x4)
To be... free.

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On my way back from work. Bam. Flat tire. The tube already has four patches, time it retire. The tire's looking like thatch work, now with all this patchwork, I think its time to acquire: new tires or a new bike, unless you like to do hikes. I guess I do, but my fuel's time. I'm walking now brewing new rhymes, five kilometers on my hand... since I hit that fuel line.

Sun shines at least - cars streak by on easy streets with gleaming steel for wheels. I've got my backpack so at least I don't need no meals. Meals on wheels. Right now I wish my feet were wheels.

Going home to clean my sleeves and eat some beets, before I spit this. Wonder if I'll need a beat. Oh what the hell I'll - spit it A Capella. Blogging in rhyme cause rappers are storytellers. Typed this with one thumb, just this one time, I'll bet you all are jealous. Zealous feats, spelling on these swelling feet. I was bummed for some time but I don't dwell, I'm compelled by peace.

It's no alarm I'm vigilant and calm and in a few days I'll arm harmony at our farm. Fish and wish that my raps were ill, bet you they will be soon as I go blastin' skill. It's not about being fast it's about the flow, but you know I'd go fast if I chose to go. Opened my notebook and I wrote some prose that's what I go for mostly, you know I dress in hope like clothes. Now my notebook's closed yet I compose with style for a while, not cycling... but still I'm mobile.

I'll upload this when I've a file, till then let me remind you to try to smile even when times are vile, you feel your isle's defiled, its no stress sir, life's that photo on your dresser of when you jived a child, I know that vibe survives, so go wild and find your stride! And don't fret even if you have to climb a mile. Yes.

This is Cyberdevil, September 16 2014. On a short cheerfully choreful tour through the jeeringly jaw-awing warm green scenery that makes it seem like falls spring (false spring).

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