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Lyrics: Karen Calanni Music: DeMarkus Oliphant "When I feel like dyin' - then I start rhymin'... is that too cringe...? Forget it, man - just hit the keys

Nice, now the choir

Woo! All right, all right!

I think I got somethin' - Here we go:"

Little footsteps Immortalized in history’s cement The horror stories come true, unless you got more than “intent” Your starting reps are poorly written, there’s no way to repent But thanks to improvising, rising check how far you done went

Ya rivals’ eyes on the prize Your diving deep to survive That reef-less ocean Of constant motion Of kids with guns reloadin’ Bold and focused, told that most miss Their first SHOTS, throw in the towel Before their magnum opus The speed of the climb is keepin’ young minds hopeless But rhymes are still land mines On the front lines, of the war zone Known as “post modern times” The hard earned pennies and dimes And nickels of “common sense” Of youngin’s searchin’ for more Become a living expense

The world’s a nasty place of happy faces painted on masks And if you say it unironically, the internet laughs The straight and narrow isn’t fair though Got two lose-lose paths So I choose to heckle myself The method ain’t special, it’s math, ya know?

Ragged, reckless, what’s your wisdom? You had your riches, then you kissed ‘em Goodbye For lies, and pyrite skies Rolling dice while never opening up your eyes Atop this throne of sticks and stones Bout a thousand miles from a hollowed home I’ll shout THRIVE SURVIVE YOU ARE ALIVE Don’t let 'em tell ya two and two makes five

Rejection sensitive inventive kid, who cried as she’d make I was defensive, sad, creative, planning every escape I fled to gutters on the net to vent insatiable hate Why should it alarm ya, suddenly karma hit me smack in the face Sure I was utterly in panic Pretended to act satanic and dammit I almost had it but granted life never goes how you planned it I couldn’t stand it And never could hand it to the only souls emboldening me here on this planet Mistake after mistake of “I’m the victim, let me take” And toward the spirit cheering for me Fear had made me a snake I’ve put my share of shame to rest, but I chose my own coffin I should have paid you what I owed you and said thank you more often And god forgive me, if the shit outlives me Damn, it just might A rocky, less than perfect journey, yeah that’s music alright Still I refuse to lose my footing, we ain’t even at half time Cuz the proof’s in what you put in Bet it ain’t special, it’s math, right?

Ragged, reckless, what’s your wisdom? You had your riches, then you kissed ‘em Goodbye For lies, and pyrite skies Rolling dice while never opening up your eyes Atop this throne of sticks and stones Bout a thousand miles from a hollowed home I’ll shout THRIVE SURVIVE YOU ARE ALIVE Don’t let 'em tell ya two and two makes five

And there WILL be mistakes And there WILL be days of sorrow Know WE’LL be knowing better There WILL be a tomorrow No road Is loaded With silver and gold, it’s just the treasure that you make for you

(Don’t we know it, oh)

And there STILL be minor villains To KILL along the way You could FILL yourself with hate or Be REAL, be on your way cuz Life’s tough But love When ‘nough is enough Could be the treasure that you make for you

Atop this throne of sticks and stones 'bout a thousand miles from a hollowed home I'll shout THRIVE SURVIVE YOU ARE ALIVE Don't let 'em tell ya two and two makes five

And there WILL be mistakes And there WILL be days of sorrow Know WE’LL be knowing better There WILL be a tomorrow No road Is loaded With silver and gold, it’s just the treasure that you make for you