intro
inconspicuous, riding K6’s packed
self medicating writing in prescription pads
chronicles of the nomad prodigal
no map logical, so rap topical
to soften the hard truths, while feeling my way
along route, in a bumper car on cruise
pursuing something new, something different
‘cause this here rhythm just ain’t hitting man listen…

verse 1
whims bizarro, hard pills to swallow
grave valleys today, harsh hills tomorrow
all thrills are hollow, long still to follow
behind highs beckoning beg, steal or borrow
detest reflection, flipping the bird at
my nerves bad, paranoid; listen ‘you heard that?’
stitches on my curtain popping, the shield
for my dirt is dropping, every earthling’s watching  
with discerning optics; yearning to blurt synopsis'
under hundred-forty characters approximate
guarded in my apartment stagnant
forced to sport a scarlet letterman jacket  
when exiting; subjected to banging gavels
and eye balls projecting some flaming arrows
all that drama and more that i no longer 
wish to harbor is fodder for my barter so  

chorus
lend an ear, I’ll offer my heart for it
every part pour, if you can afford storage
spill on the track as if, I gotta rap to live
which is accurate, all I’m asking is
lend an ear, I’ll offer my heart for it
every part pour, if you can afford storage
spill on the track as if, I gotta rap to live
which is accurate, but whatever, listen

verse 2
an addictive personality type
anesthetics numb flesh to reality bites
lip profess of loves that proved to be dependency 
Time gave perspective and truth of a tendency
to lose myself within the latest fashion
abuse myself when facing waning passion 
finding myself feigning interest; aiming for the sun
with intentions to plunge, a jaded Icarus
son of a preacher man and woman
folks tell me I’m running from the plan and shouldn't
with good intentions, so never defensive
when subjectd to their assessments and projections
that i'm, called to pastor or walk the pasture
as apostle Jasper the gospel rapper
shrug it off with laughter, but temper respectfully
yet unaffected by what has been said to me
'cause, i'm in a hell of self absorption
blowing woes well out of proportion
the rivalries inside of me, stomping my fires out entirely
pondering if fatherhood could possibly inspire me
'cause i tried doing the Lord’s way
gave it all up; sex, music, the porn tapes
genuinely gave best effort to maintain; years later 
and i'm still stuck in the same lane, a damn shame

chorus

outro
lend an ear i'll offer my heart for it
every part pour if you can afford storage
spill on a track as if, i gotta rap to live
which is accurate, all i'm asking is
lend an ear i'll offer my heart for it
every part pour if you can afford storage
spill on a track as if, i gotta rap to live
which is accurate, and why i have to quit 
with this passiveness, 'cause my passion is
out of gas and it's, because i'm trapped in this
abyss that insists that, i have to spit
like i'm a masochist 
sick and tired of rhyming diary logs and pity songs slow
i swear i'm a be on some Jimmy Got Soul 
if i don't get out of this gauntlet
refuse to let this box turn to a coffin, i'm off this...