melancholy in the eye of the beholder; see me melting icy hearts with a flamethrower; throwing left hooks, instead of throwing out punchlines; spiting emo raps, instead reciting nerd rhymes; treading water with the hopes of seeing land soon; playing piano under the light of a pale moon; watching an artist paint a masterpiece before my eyes; listen to a wise man, doubt all that he theorized; write a bar, throw it away, then write another bar; then have crippling self doubt about who you really are; transpose those emotions into your writing; and face the demons, that you've always been fighting; finishing poetic prose that even you don't understand; and then present it to the world in front of a mic stand; pray that someone will comprehend this new sound; and welcome everyone to the Sad Boi Piano lounge.

hook life's got its ups and downs; and its own struggles; you can take em laying down, or you can choose to hustle; brick after brick, and stone after stone; there's foundation set, you are never alone; Start at the beginning, beginning with your heart; heart the work you do, make sure you did your part; Part the things I say, saying what they will, will they ever learn? Learn how to heal; Heal the wounds they cause, cause and effect; effect the way they treat people, show some respect; respect is a hard thing to earn, but when it finally does; don't get caught up, all in the friendly buzz; buzz them through the front door; the front door don't work no more; more on that later, just fix it procrastinator; no need for name calling, unless its calling for attention; attention: I follow the drum of my own beat; I mean the beat of my own drum; I mean I follow it until this long day is done; I mean, done this day, I follow then some; then some, follow it right where I started from. hook life's got its ups and downs; and its own struggles; you can take em laying down, or you can choose to hustle; brick after brick, and stone after stone; there's foundation set, you are never alone; Build something lasting, lasting while it can; can it make progress? Progress is the plan; plan it out ahead, ahead of the curve; curve around the bend, bend up rhymes with these words; words is what they utter, utter is what they spoke; speaking of words, all they say is a joke; when it comes to speech, speech is what they lack; they spit whack vocab, till they fall off track; not rapping about rapping, but rhyming about building; and the before mentioned, was just how I was feeling; feeling all right, write on the spot; spot me a beat, and I'll rock on the drop; I'm stressing, progression, this session, I'm flexin', and on close inspection, its skill that I'm testin; in other words, what I'm sayin; is I'm building on the foundation...

She's somber, as she carries a heavy heart; so quiet even as her world seems to fall apart; a blade to her throat, but she shines regardless; refuses to surrender her hope to the darkness; in a dwelling place that would rip her neck in twine; she just calmly tells the wolves that she's doing fine; they're restless, the taste of blood on their filthy lips; and they smell the blood from her now scarred healing wrist; if she feels fear, you could never tell; its obvious that she is currently walking through Hell; and as they stalk her, she looks like nobility; all the while she wonders, why isn't anyone helping me; and I wish I didn't see, what it was I saw; as the wolves pace, growl and begin to claw; Its only Tuesday, and she walks to school every day; and she keeps walking, no matter what the wolves say Lady Blue sings a song that would make us all cry; but it falls deaf in the ears of the passerby; and The wolves howl waiting for her to die; and the wolves howl waiting for her to die... for every good wolf there's a pack gone rampant; ruled by blood lust, consciousness is absent; watering at the fangs, sniffing for victims; prowling around, on their thin contorted limbs; Predator and prey, but listen to them say; it's not my fault I was just born this way; hiding behind dumpsters, their garbage heap den; filing for freedom, something I can't comprehend; you gotta understand this wolf is actually on a scholarship; and shouldn't be punished for a 20 minute incident; even if the wolf is wealthy film producer; his status doesn't stop him from being an abuser; this young lady walks to school, day in and day out; stays quiet, even though her soul wants to shout; she's stronger than the wolves with their hungry eyes; I hope that she knows it and doesn't bend to their filthy lies. Lady Blue sings a song that would make us all cry; but it falls deaf in the ears of the passerby; and The wolves howl waiting for her to die; and the wolves howl waiting for her to die...

being broke is easy with the love of your life; because I'm always rich with the love from my wife; even though the bank account is looking mighty grim; I still have her smile, and that's always a win; sure a couple hundred K's, would be mighty nice; paying off our debt, bills not soaring to the skies; not paying a bill, just so we can make rent; calling my phone, they'll tell you there's a disconnect; times have been hard, and times have been rough; but her love as always been more than enough; and I'd choose her over gold, every single day; she's more priceless than a diamond in every shape and way; life ain't about money, but my life is about her; if it wasn't inhumane, I'd have her in coats made of fur; I wish I could buy her gifts of pure decadence; but no price could ever match to her wonderful elegance. Hook: for better or worse, for richer or poorer; whether life is a comedy, or sometimes a horror; being broke is easy, when you're falling love; and I've been falling for you, for a long time love. being broke is easy, at least to me I suppose; I got a steady paycheck of X's and O's; She's been the one, since I was young and dumb; and she'll still be the one, when this life is done; mastering the art of making a couple bucks last; hope the 15th and end of the month come fast; if only I could get paid for making her laugh; I'd be filthy rich, and we'd both be having a blast; but financial fantasies, don't really matter in the end; I like making laugh for free, again and again; being content, is a reality we actually have; penny pinching lovers, doing the math; because love is priceless, and it will forever be; money comes and goes, but its always her and me; and to be honest, we've been broke for so long; we'd probably live the same, even if money came along. Hook: for better or worse, for richer or poorer; whether life is a comedy, or sometimes a horror; being broke is easy, when you're falling love; and I've been falling for you, for a long time love.

there will be a day when I look my son in his eyes; and tell him why it is, that you aren't in his life; and it'll crush me then, like it crushes me now; and with all of my might, I'll try not scowl; as truthfully as I can, recount the life that you led; I will not sugar coat any of the things that you said; nor any of the deeds that you actually committed; even from the grave, the aftermath screams you did it; number 2, you think you're actually better than number one; but your hubris and ego consume any good you've ever done; if ever there was a poster boy for toxic privilege its you; that's a harsh criticism, but everyone knows that its true... hook: Failing father figures, will they figure that they failed us; adrift at sea, with broken rutters, and their tattered sails up; and they won't look back, as they hear their children drown and they won't look back, as they hear their children drown blood of my blood, and flesh of my flesh; did you think beating her, was in the best interest? was the alcohol really worth it in the end; I'm in my 30's and I still can't comprehend; how you could Dr. Jekyll on your loved ones; she says you were good, and blames all the symptoms; the tragic comedy of a drunk driver ending your life; and any memories died with you when I was only five; 3 men in my life and I'm still a fatherless child; can I be a good father, man, I'm in denial; I have so many doubts, but I know that I can do this; I have to hit that mark, I just can't afford to miss; I can look in my son's eyes, and I know right from wrong; and I'm actually nervous for him to hear this song; but I need him to know that I've finally moved on; and its him and his mom, that are making me strong; hook: Failing father figures, will they figure that they failed us; adrift at sea, with broken rutters, and their tattered sails up; and they won't look back, as they hear their children drown and they won't look back, as they hear their children drown