JAKE MILLER lyrics - The Road Less Traveled

Steven

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Yeah, look Let me tell you about a kid named Steven He's slowly running out of things to believe in Every couple of months his mom leaves him, for no good reason his step-dad beats him Not too many friends, only ever had a few of them, but recently they don't want anything to do with him Always eating lunch in the bathroom stall, he just wants to feel normal and be cool again, yeah Always feeling like the outcast, he's been going crazy ever since his dad passed He needs guidance and advice but instead he only has breakdowns and flashbacks of the car crash uh It's been getting harder everyday, if he was still around everything would be OK 'Cause his dad was always the light at the end of the tunnel, but now that same damn tunnel is looking dark and grey He keeps quiet in the back of the class and when the bell rings Steven hurries home fast scared to death the other kids will kick his ass on the long walk home 'Cause its happened in the past so He's getting used to the black eyes and fat lips but all he's got is a fake smile and cut wrists Wishin' he could walk right up to them and show them the scars and say look you're the reason that I've done this Maybe they would finally understand and go back to how it was before it all began But he's just a little different so they taunt him and they beat him Yeah it's all just fun and games, they don't give a damn, yeah His older brother ain't around, in and out of jail, hanging with the wrong crowd He's been doing coke, smoking weed, getting drunk all his life he's a shame no, he's not too proud Now his habits are rubbing off on his little bro yeah, but guess what? Little did he know that every time he did a line, every time he lit a joint, every time he took a shot he would set the mode, So Steven's sitting in his room getting high now Doors locked, music up, with his lights out He just takes another toke til his room fills with smoke 5-6-7 hours til he knocks out Now he started stealing pills from his mom 8-9-10 at a time and now they're gone and maybe for a moment all his problems seem to fade, but the high fades too after not too long and that's when it really sinks in and that's when it hits him that these god damn drugs won't fix him Curled up on the floor, can't take it anymore Now he's talking to God 'cause he's the only one that gets him On his knees, looking up, can't stop crying "God I know we haven't talked in a long time but this time I really need you. Please God help me, say something just give me a sign, because now I'm falling apart and I don't think that I can do it. Please God, give me the strength to pull through it. Tell me, Should I give up? I could end it all right now. I just don't know if I'm brave enough to do it. 'Cause there's gotta be a better way than suicide. Try to wait it out, give it time, you'll be fine. But it's been so long and I still haven't been able to get rid of all the thoughts that I feel inside. So sick, so angry, so mad and to top it off no one even knows that" That's when he stood up, wiped his tears, walked over to his desk and got a pen and a notepad He just couldn't see it getting any better So on a cold dark night in December, Steven knew exactly what he had to do But first he sat down and wrote a couple letters One to his step-dad, one to his mother, couple to the kids at school, one to his brother Bringing them the pain that they once brought him tear drops on the paper one after another Yeah, I hope that you all feel guilty. 'Cause I'm broken now and you can't heal me And now you're all an accomplice in murder each and every one of you has chipped in to kill me So the reason that I'm writing you this evening, is to say goodbye and to tell you that I'm leaving But don't hold your breath 'cause I ain't never coming back Sincerely yours, Steven

Battery

AESOP ROCK "Labor Days"
[Aesop Rock] Yo change the fuckin channel I burn a Coma candle When the flame fades, consider my flatline a soldier's sample We them cats talkin noise behind that New York trash heap Where the stench of commuter briefcase replaces a bad sleep And it's, worker zig-zagers versus piggy batch flashers Training Generation Fallout Waterfall bricklayer pincushion crawl out There's smoke in my iris But I painted a sunny day on the insides of my eyelids So I'm ready now (What you ready for?) I'm ready for life in this city And my wings have grown almost enough to lift me I'm a dinosaur with Jones Beach in my hourglass Passing the time with serial killer coloringbooks and bags of marbles Don't tell me you ain't the droid that held the match to the charcoals Don't tell me Lucifer and God don't carpool (This is our school) I'm not trying to graduate to life at the curse on the lounge barstool Head in a jar on the desk, feet dangling in a shark pool (Man please) Man please My name stands for my being And my being stands for the woman who stood And braved the storm could raise this evening (Brother, sun, sister, moon, mother beautiful) Yeah middle sibling suitable but far from son of excellence Back in a long time agi, I was to way the wishes wish But Mister Smits, I slept through my appointment Saw the liquid dreams of a thousand babies solidify And picked the rose and wielded The second I introduced myself as Nervous Well it appears the scars of learning have spoken Some are burning, some have rosen Some deserve tall tales, some have wrote them Some are just a brutal reprocussion of devotion Mine are all of the above cuz everything leads to erosion Now where I live there's a homeless man He sits upon a crate He makes a rusty trumpet sound like the music that angels make Now if you ever come and visit me, I suggest you watch the show Tell him Aesop Rock sent ya just to hear his horn blow like this *Horn samples* [Aesop Rock] And I ain't getting any younger My knuckles wear their bruises well I've yet to lose that hunger But only time can tell Prodigal Son with a prodigal wish to sew that prodigal stitch And crucify bigot voodoo doll on two popsicle sticks See your name is Ambiguity My name is something hands can't hold But hearts part ocean scapes just to watch the starlet unfold It's like sketching a circle in the dirt with a pointed stick Knowing the wind'll kill it some day, still it calls my burning wits for now And if I plow the fields that don't guarantee plentiful harvest But starving artists die, I set my alarm for five o'clock Idols block survival crops the cycle stops for nothing The Bible's carp revivalist winos flock by the hundreds To the opening, scarlet carpets greeting their duel Leading the stubborn mule to cruel rugburn But y'all numb from gut fuel I administer eclispe, there ain't no motor like a martyr-made motor Cuz a martyr-made motor don't quit I am an epiphany, I am wet foot mammal Channel surfing my way to the top Tugboat in a bottle With no holes poked in the nozzle I fed em bedlam diluted in limelight Till that rookie boogie graduated hostile And the vehicle is grandeur and it veered over the medium The second my halo ran outta helium Demoted to thorn crown, damn talk about numbskull I was born bound to a stencil called symmetry But my energy's a rental So I take this now to save My cute seniorita beholding a flame to a lost wick Thank you James Anthony for the band-aids on my ego Y'all are family for life I'll take that bullet to preserve you I wanna be something spectacular On the day the sun runs outta batteries Attach my fashion to the casualties of anarchy Save my nickels up to buy that homeless man a brand new horn Then sit up on his crate as I witness the beauty born like this (I ain't gettin any younger) *Horn samples to end*

Press Rewind

THE ALAN PARSONS PROJECT "The Time Machine"
If you could press rewind and do it all again Would you change your mind, would you change a thing Would you make it easy, would you make it hard Would you play the game under another name Or ask the dealer for one more card [Chorus:] Bang your drum, sing your song Don't give up, keep the faith, it won't be long You've been high, you've been low Press rewind and let it go Have you had your say, seen all you wanted to see Or did your dream give way to reality Don't think it's all too late for you to even try Before you clip your wings, see what this life brings You've waited too long it's time to fly [Chorus] Do you believe in fate and what is meant to be Could you imagine life without a guarantee Would you appreciate that time was on your side A flash of second sight, a chance to do it right Is something money just can't buy [Chorus]

Missing Person

MICHAEL W. SMITH "Live The Life"
Another question in me One for the powers that be It's got me thrown and so I Put on my poker face And ty to figure it out This undeniable doubt A ommon occurance Feeling so out of place Guarded and cynical now Can't help but wondering how My heart evolved into a Rock beating imsdie of me So I reel, suchh a stoic ordeal Where's that feeling taht I don't feel There was a boy who had the faith to move a mountain And like a child he would believe Without a reason without a trace he dissappeared into the void And I've been searchin' For that missing person Under a lavender moon So many thoughts consume me Who dimmed the glowing light That once burned so bright in me Is this a radical phase A problematical age That keeps me running From all that I used to be Is there a way to return Is there a way to unlearn That carnal knowledge That's chipping away at my soul I've been gone too long Will I ever find my way home There was a boy who had the faith to move a mountain And liek a child he would believe without a reason Without a trace, he dissappeared into the void And I've been searchin' For that missing person He used to want to try to walk the straight and anrrow He had a fire and he could feel it in the marrow It's been a long time And I haven't seen hime lately but I've been searchin' for that missiong person

On The Trail Of Tears

Ikon "Flowers for the Gathering"
You will dry your tears now You will cry no more The sadness you are feeling You won't feel any more You are not to blame For the trail of tears The journey begins now With the death of your friend A new moon is with us To shed light where darkness falls His time had ended He will return soon Reasons for this madness Beyond both you and I The truth it comes so slowly It ends all too soon How could you have known That he'd give it all away So what have we done To choose your fate How do you feel When your dreams come tumbling down Do you feel responsible Do you take the blame In this final hour He gave it all away To look beyond the reasons There is a sense of hope I know what you're feeling The pain he put you through But the time has come To forget the past And lay to rest All the bitter memories There is a reason It's beyond you and I There is a reason Beyond your trail of tears For The Gathering by Chris McCarter Michael Carrodus

Red Rum

ESHAM "Bootleg: From the Lost Vault, Vol. 1"
Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Time to get ill, my mic starts to kill Your head is falling apart, and I start to rebuild Your mind, your outta time, I'm out ya mind Like a '74 the heavy metal hardcore Back to the groove line Suckers tried to move mine The seventh sign of death, and death to the peace sign I start to release mine Now you gotta cease mine Shot another brother for holding up the peace sign. I got style, I got class Try to diss me, and I'll beat your ass I don't say, I spray niggaz olay Like a '74, homey don't play Down on the east side, my name is Esham Rollin' through your hood, and I'm ticking like a time bomb Ready to blow up, ready to go up side Another nigga's head, for some shit, he done said A homicidal killer, with a nine in my hands Now you get to ride in the ambulance Cuz it's murder (Chorus) Redrum,Redrum Redrum, Redrum Redrum, Redrum , Redrum , Redrum Redrum, Redrum, Redrum ,Redrum Redrum, Redrum, Redrum , Redrum Redrum!! Dig this, a crazy brother, on a crazy, crazy tip Mother fuckers claiming raw, boy you'll get pistol whipped Whipping out my mini-mag, fucking niggaz up Bullet proof vest on my chest, now what's up? Doing it, like a renegade Sticks and stones is played Who's gone get fucked up, I got a gun, you got a blade I'm taking no shit, Reel Life product is legit Your fiendin' for my tape, like a junkie wants a hit Death is at your doorstep waiting on the one The devil is in the shell, and he comin' out a gun Going off on niggaz, like I just based the pipe Take a nigga's life, cuz I'm just the type It's a doggie dog world, and I'm the pit bull And a nigga jump crazy, bite his ass in a minute I'm partners with the devil, taking nigga's on a hell raise Brothers thinking, I've been dead for days Beat your ass up, and leave you bleeding in the gutter You said I was a sucker, your mother Now your dead, with a busted head No one seen or even heard of ya Talking that trash, you get a busted ass No one fucks with a murderer. (Chorus) Homicide is my alias Niggaz don't diss, cuz they scared of us I'm that nigga that make your nightmares come true I'm not dead, but I'm death can still haunt you More like Jason, but it's you I'm chasin' And once I catch ya, I'm micin' and acein' Runnin' through your mind like Loki And the reason you don't see me, cuz I'm low key I'm the Saturday shocker, horror flick routine Showin' you shit, that you never seen Michael Myers, the crucifiers My verse gets cursed, when worse gets worse Comin' to get ya, when I hit ya done Die, and go to hell, and come back as my son Down on wax, with the killer tracks Get so dope, I'm like a pound of crack Homicide is on my side, suicide Tried to get to this side, and died My def jam plays like a boom, boom, boom Sending out disses, to whom it may concern Brothas will learn, I take no time to burn I'll Murder (Chorus)

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