I Dream of the day when I have my own apartment In which I’ll make rap covers of cobra starship I could teach you a lesson in lethargy, but let’s do it later now I don’t have the energy Session one, hide lessons in a clever pun Lesson 2, I could do it doin less than you Rule of threes, I’m a junior that is not for me Leave it for my son, hopefully he’ll become Better than what I’ve done I understand my dad Tried to make me try my best because he hasn’t had Honeycrisp fell, stuck out in the cabbage patch Now bad habits and an apple go hand in hand Can’t account for changing pressures from the Shepards and lambs of lands, (Wait wait) how many dollars for the ambalance.? Forever lambda, flipping over big questionssssssa It’s the y that brings life to this death sentence. It’s the y that brings life to this death sentence. It’s the y that brings life to this death sentence. It’s the y that brings life to this death sentence. It’s the y that brings life to this death sentence. I dream of the day that I have my own apartment

(Sky high watching the finest cinemas Cephalapod espionage episode) I’m in the kitchen flipping with my hydrodynamic spatula, port and starboard attachments, both on acting up, laughing, only saving the establishments I cherish. Rarely activate that turbo drive, but I’ll do it live if you ask me nice It’ll leave you speechless. I’m in the reef blowing sand on and off your leaves, I eat, egregious and the run it off running off of the mouth indeed. A penchant for rhyming and finding deeper meaning in the surface layers, surveyor of dimensions from shifted per spectives. I see flaws in all that’s perfect Seen the uglys with the pretty sides, Nuanced conversations I’ve ran through many times, requires some awareness you might get in twenty five years, middle of your mid life crisis full grown beard by then I’ll be actively crying tears, tying fears to rope posts and driving near, waving bye. Way beyond terrified Here hear here hear here hear here hear here X?? (namestage6 & Marty Anderson) Half asleep Half prepared I can’t keep What’s not there Half asleep Half aware I’m I don’t care I’m afraid Im no fun I’m nothing I’m no one I’m nothing I’m no one Just today Just for fun Love something Love someone Just today Just for fun Love something love someone Just today Just for fun Love something love someone

I find myself excited by meaningless things during my menial jobs Let’s me play god, I can make something out of nothing, Stand back and admire my creation for a few months before disappearing forever. Roaming around the job post cosmos, looking for inhabitable planets to create life on and then abandon. St st st Start shit in Chicago, fly to New York on my starship. I am not a worker im a professional performance artist (Repeat) I am a professional performance artist I have cared about the speed at which the dishes get cleaned so much that steam burned my face when I open and looked in the machine. I’ve always been a cog, Born in the smog of the gear grinders, Son of a Walmart stocker and a Cardboard box factory worker. No blue lines in my Wikipedia entry, I taught myself to enter spaces loudly, leave them gently, mentoring nobodies. To realize they are their own bodies, And home bodies still grown bodies, You should get into some grown hobbies There’s a lot out there to do There’s debt collection, painting eggs Checking messages, staying safe, Running round in circles, jumping in place. Housing the displaced or aiming for platinum III this season. I’m sure you’ll find a reason to dedicate all that time. Then redefine the problem I never said I’ll save ya Im nothing but a photon in the, sky of Gotham. With my own problems that I gotta beat once the projection turns off. Clock in, do work, clock out, leave X8

Creating my own language Pulp of the pains just anguish put upon a page Im taking an unpaved path to the paper Lifesaver the same way that a checkpoint is I stand on my own hunched shoulders, Whole worlds behind both of em Once in the moment, fell a light tap when they check me Testing Testing ideal me, meaning the real me’s, yearning for a bit of better skin to be in I’ve burnt a lotta time Tryna find what it finds interesting. Unfortunately not working, spending, or resting. I wander around; perusing the nuance I’ve found With a fine toothed comb find me in houses that aren’t my own wondering whataboutisms What I call home still knows no bounds, Untying myself from the lease lot might be a hound with his leash in mouth on a walk from the north to the south to the land of the one dollar pizza Do not believe what you hear. Previous precedents calling this city the precipice are definitely Faulty The prices are gouged, speech is through parroted mouths, these bagels are soggy The only artists are on buildings on trains the way that they draw me back up the hill, Laughing at self with my basket of skill, Chasing my trip I am jack and I’m jill Romancing the atrophy naturally happening, Panda hug all of my illnesses smothered I gain more truths when ignoring others Fire in my lungs burn clean when I run from the ladder climb All rungs lead to saltpetre mines My minds heavy set against it Heavy set again since I dropped cross country Then started crossing a country. K N O Flip double you’s side ways All roads lead to Saltpeter so Why am i advising against it? Admittedly still a bit tempted to test it. Stopped in my tracks at it won’t be the best fit. Why not try it? 23 flavors still sweet when diet. Peanut butter pills coat message with methods Current medications questions for questions. Sick of being told that’s bitter. What tastes better? Aim my label maker at the sugar coats type PLA CEB O In big letters Put corresponding bumps on the bacK for anyone who may read with thumbs better. In Duane Reade buying lo carb monsters I don’t drink pop anymore Force fed Coke since before I was four and All of my teeth are still in my mouth, Laugh at the audacity of time passing when I’m not around. How the miles matter make me smile frown. Wearing the face of a future me looking back at me looking back on now. Add vintage filters on all of my cameras, cutting in front of the timeline, indulge in nostalgia immediately Greedy survival instinct passed down through generations, the same with forever staying anxious, Gotta give a nod and thanks to my subtly nurtured nature. Sprained both wrists in 6th grade ever since my Hands couldn’t keep with my pacing I Can never replace em Ripple effect made me make a pen out of a microphone instead Really only want more haters from Till My ribs brittle. living only hurts me a little The coke bottle babies all grown up now living only hurts me a little All of my teeth are still in my mouth, living only hurts me a little The coke bottle babies all grown up now living only hurts me a little All of my teeth are still in my mouth, All of my teeth are still in my mouth, All of my teeth are still in my mouth, Except the one that rotted out

I see it all falling I don’t even check whos robo calling anymore I’m In the corner playing peekaboo with lock screens jaws locked in a stock photo pose all my apps closed off withdrawing attempting better plans and to do lists Goff, corrected Galileo errors found I’m just like my yugioh wallet years before I used it (Here’s a good joke) A Broke closet dualist twitch away my thoughts, as they space invader toward my medulla oblongata, Writing on a park bench in Tompkins square Why is everything a sign, What is THAT doing here? Signal home to make it clear like Houseton I’ve got problems Ventured out of bounds got untethered now I’m steering towards the sun I will manipulate the weather Demonstrating self combustions the best form of climate action. When I blow up that’s the only time you can call me an activitst realistic with my goals, and who I am, only shooting for the one star. My life for a fraction of a cause for a fraction of a pause for attracting better thoughts for the negatives and all

I know who my sunshine is i know

I don’t accept a lack of acceptance Dont accept a lack of expectance No exceptions there’ll be no exemptions I do not respect if you’re late all the time Unless it’s to work, then I’m late all the time I’m still getting paid, for the minutes I miss. I need a lot more to make up for the minimum wages I got for a while in college and out of it You know the sayings of bosses and dollars and dimes Nobody’s right (Except) The customers trying me so are the times Encircle that square while rehearsing my rhymes Impossible triumph, but try and I try Thinking I might, be just a step away from that epiphany ThoughT i was yesterday, Everydays yesterday Yes I made Lemonade out of these limes Never expect what you’re getting with me Cause this recipes mine Encoded in glyphics I couldn’t describe Trust me I’ve written a million lines All in attempts to define where my difficult difference lies I’ve yet to find it Barely refined it Barraged with reminders that me and my fates intertwined Shot of me making it out is a threading a needle a million miles away while my feet are in clay, one foot on a banana peel other foot over the grave. There’s too much to do in a day A do run run do run run do run run Dine A new rhyme a new rhyme a new rhyme recline Relax, Maybe dine again, then let it slip through my mind ROTTING INSIDE OF THIS RIND IVE RIPENED I swear I am sweeter than what I may seem RIP ME APART AT MY SEEMS TAKE BITE OF ME stick a thumb in me and peel me off clean YOU’LL NEVER KNOW WHAT THE FUCK THAT I MEAN But I still need you to try. COME ON INSIDE TELL ME YOU LIKE WHAT YOU SEE ( tell me you like what you see) (I won’t accept it accept it accept it accept it accept it ) X? (namestage6 x Marty Anderson) Let it out Baby You’re where you’re supposed to be It’s enough Baby You’re where you’re supposed to be It’s enough Baby You’re where you’re supposed to be

(I'm gonna give this a shot here, here we go) (I am simply at the opening a cave Shouting that the cave is open) There is not enough time to do everything A green sign is always flashing in the corner of the room, saying, you will all die someday. not a threat it’s just a reminder It’s okay not a threat it’s just a reminder it’s just a reminder It’s okay Looking back on, childhood spent dipping toes into joy, only to pull back out immediately. Too shy to ask anyone at the dance to dance except for the shyer ones that I knew always wanted to dance too, Donovan I'm looking at you Although I'll probably never look at you again That's just how the world seems to work.. I make sure to leave room for imaginary people between me and my luxury. Double checking that they cover all perspectives Rubbernecking how deep their rabbit holes may go Saw a rabbit run down it said no. I got what I need Thankful I’ve ever felt alive indeed I make the most of what I have, don’t go / chasing / dreams?! Not good not bad just unbeknownst to folks, Round here I gotta stick to what they know, so If you could stop talking. I'm sick of politely nodding and agreeing, though secretly I I i really wish I saw what you’re seeing. Decades later reconvening starting down that same hole. Dive deep, a sign that reads I’m supposed to be reading it, a million others say I should’ve been there years ago. Oh that woulda been nice to know.

(namestage6 & Marty Anderson) What is it that you think that you understand? Who is it, God is laughing, laughing at your plans. Everybody knows how not to be won. Everybody knows how to just have fun. Everybody knows what the hell they've done. Everybody knows... And so you think you're misunderstood So you think that you're just no good. You can't keep from the wrong from not being right You can't make a black hole want to be bright You can't turn your back on your own life You can't turn your back... You can't turn your back. You can't turn your back.