Stay Strapped

Track 1: Alan's In Wonderland

I'm not good at putting my words into words
This shit was rehearsed
Contorted and edited to be prophetic
Pathetic, synthetic
Rehearsed these verses as I write more
Rehearsed these verses as my thoughts get worse
Rehearsed these verses to rehearse

Reverse the hearse as death comes knocking at the door
Let time stand still and begging for more
Reap a reward and salute the soldiers
While they make their way up the hill with that bigass boulder
Look, life's only a game if you make it
Got these rules that I didn't set
Just a kid tryna make it
Go through school cause there's nothing else to do
Got that artistic talent stifled out by a fool
Shit man, I could be an artist
Got my sketches here, but oh look there's college
The books beckon me, but I'd rather sit at home
Writing out lyrics and working on my own

This kid's just a kid
He uses big boy words but his shoes don't fit
My mind's made up
Too stubborn to budge
Sorry if I'm an ass
That shit's just a phase, it'll pass
I'm just done with this game
I didn't wanna play it anyways
But I'm forced to roll the dice
Will I ever pass go
No, no one knows

Disfigured and poetically justified
But the bitch's hands ain't in the air
I aspire to move mountains
To hide the face of despair
The mental hospital in my head has a diagnosis
Endured trauma and here's a prognosis
He's gonna go on to moan and groan
But he's gonna still smile when he's not alone
When he's in the loony bin strapped up like a G
His incoherent babble is making sense to me
Conspiracy syndrome treated like a disability
But he keeps on going despite the hospitality