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Disclaimer* I do not own this beat, it was produced by Big K.R.I.T. on an instrumental EP called "4eva N A Day". The name of this instrumental is called "Red Eye" Lyrics:

There's always a good guy n a bad guy
Someone who jumps in and someone who stands by
So I'm not afraid to show what I can't hide
But how do you reach your goals with both of your hands tied?
Fantasizing bout monetary fulfilment
The products are being brought up in monastery's for children
Look around, hey there, your job is like a day care
So quit now and do somethin you love while you Still can
Cos I'm little vexed by, the rules that we let fly
when, food is the same price as a tube is at best by
the working man will choke in his neck tie
No wants the minimal people aren't criminals just to get by
Obviously...
But here I am
Marinating in the monotony of mediocrity
Once again
Procrastinating my probable poverty
There I stand
Commentating with comical quality
what I am, but who am I to you?
And who am I to utilize the human eye as truth?
You scrutinize, stupefy and euthanize the youth
So excuse me while I hang the flag, You could tie the noose
Its 530, I'm writing worthy of Ginsberg
Its over ya head if ya think I'm just blurtin big words
I'm riding dirty like I'm Chad Butler
And my sunshine is tainted from one too many bad summers
Scanning the room for a lady with blonde hair to screw
That shit enables me way more than my parents do
I'm always looking out the window for a fairer view
And I'm always fighting change, like there's something's there to prove
Dare I move as a pawn playing my part
If your portraying an image, can you proclaim it as art?
Sometimes I fear that mine will be draped in tarp
Cos I'm willing to tear out my soul with whatever Shape is sharp
I'm aiming darts at a picture of my accomplishments
Taking sips from a pitcher of liquid confidence
Take a piss, look in the fridge, its just condiments
Stare in the mirror, who I really gotta be honest with?
But...
Blessed are the forgetful, life is like a cess pool
a test that I only Question when its getting stressful

I'm so opinionated
Vile and vindicated
television is in my eyes
All My smiles are syndicated
Ripe with wonder,
I'm hiding under my bed
While Lighting crashes the clouds
The Thunder rumbles my head
As I spread my broken wings
on the throne of lonely kings
I sit with my arms folded
Hoping my phone will ring
Coping with current drama
Working the ball and chain
After a certain number
Everything is All the same
Magic is manufactured
Packed and price tagged
They'll start to panic without a tablet or ipad
Put life in a box and label accordingly
Fables and fairytales at the table shape you before your teens
Then you get older and realize you can't afford to dream
And all those Cries for help turn into tortured screams
Resorting to porn
to stifle your itchy palms
And litter your room with tissues and socks
Of sticky globs
Keep it cohesive, but leave it in all in the shallow end
patch it up with the outfit you wear around your friends
Mouthing the words to the radio as plays
And bashes into your brain
The fashion of every sprouting trend
But I'm guilty as a hand in the mason jar,
As tan as the tainted stars
A Fan of candy painted cars
And Sometimes I feel like my life is like a stolen whip
Cos its goin quick
But I don't think it'll make it far