Fishing in The Clouds

Fuck it all man, why did we have to grow up

Never really knew that life was such a bitch

As a kid I found rapping as my niche and planned to get rich

Off it then all I did was flinch, now I'm twenty one and filled

With traumatic dramatic experiences are problematic

Mind filled with static above all I'm an addict, happiness is sporadic eratic and I put on My jacket and I go

To a place that's cold, time passes slow but it's oh so beautiful, it shows signs of hop

But I gaze in a space that looks outta place

It's dark and hazed that's where my past selves are erased

So I meditate and elate to a mental state that's great

Drift away dreaming's the only way to be okay