Paul Jam (Live @ Somewhere) – Miles Better
Genre Rap

LYRIC
Paul Jam (Live @ Somewhere)

So much weighing on my mind
Take an eon to define every line that I can find in it
I wish that I had no limits
Could come across in these lyrics as if it’s not a gimmick
Every minute I’m wasting away staring at screens
When I know I should be out there chasing my dreams
But what exactly's meant by dreams is always up for debate
Is it the saving grace you find in the things you create?
Is it a job that helps you provide for the people you love?
Will the alternate be your bluff the moment it’s done?
I’ll probably ask more questions than I have answers
When it all gets too much, I’ll just drown it in laughter
This is pretty haphazard, what a life
Huh, and so I just write
Maintain, swing line to line, praying it’ll all be alright
I’m always in a tight squeeze, paid for rents due
Temp favor a mental crew and left empty with a screw loose
But a new lease of life
It don’t guarantee nothing but more hindsight
And that’s fine but not exactly progress
I’ll halt congress to appeal to the conscious
Don’t be thoughtless, just aware of the ever-changing nature of the chatter that is seeping in my head
I refuse to cut it off as a sacrificial ritual
But I suppose that I could brush it and let it be at one with the rhythm
On my breath, no stress
For once I’m open I blow back from my own soul
Growing cold, old, alone, a lonely drone
Soaked and broken, hopes sold and
Soaked and broken, hopes sold imposed so…
The heat that seeps
Yeah

Uh
And the heat that seeps deep
Purple screens flicker worthwhile dreams
And it sometimes seems like it’s all fake all day
Wash up at the altar of the profane, profits profit
War, death, lies, hate
Competition in an unstable climate
Feeling fine as we teeter on the edge of a precipice
Hedge our benevolent bets on a deficit, reaping every single benefit fed to us while so many are penniless
It’s like we couldn’t make this up, I only panic ‘cause I see it
Truth is always there soon as we’re ready to be it
But no, we rather get steaming and act facetious
Ha, sound familiar?
Well don’t get bitter or cynical
Nothing could be sillier than acting like the world around does us ever in a fixed state
Change takes place everyday in this place
This animus that we call existence
Is always shifting, flux
Each dysfunction mixed with each new mutation
Put into our places in this battle station
Timeless blind race, a dance forevermore
A placid metaphor, kindness is fine haste, not the pace of the beat
There’s no reason for us to bleed, not when we’re free
No rallying cries, no clarion call
No lies, no truths, and no rise, no fall
Nothing at all, just us without them
Object and absence is one and the same thing
I’ve eaten too much, I’m
Living life out on the edge and
No chance of paying rent, well I’ll
Never let this land, uh

I’ve taken too much, I’m
Living life out on the edge and
No chance of paying rent, well I’ll
Never let this land

Taken too much, I’m
Living life out on the edge and
No chance of paying rent, well I’ll
Never let this land

I’ve taken too much, I’m
Living life out on the edge
No chance of paying rent
How does this take?

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