Everyday

Location

31401
United States
32° 4' 52.5324" N, 81° 4' 51.546" W

Everyday I'm moving, and everyday I'm working.
Gotta keep my mind going because I'm crazy as a circus.
Everyday I'm thinking, and everyday I'm writing.
Stand up freestyling. Always reciting something.
Gotta keep my hopes up, gotta keep my notes up.
I'm holding on.
Everyday I write more, everyday I joke more.
I'm going strong.
Artsy fartsy guy, hadn't drawn in a minute.
I picked a pastel up and just started to feel it.
I drew a big eye, with another to the side.
"Where am I gonna go with this?" That's nothing to decide
So I kept drawing, with no limit in my size
And the next thing I knew, I drew a beautiful prize.
The world as I knew it, and the beautiful cried
And with her last breath, she smiled, then the beautiful died.
What will we say with our last breath?
Wonder if we'll die like Macbeth?
Because paranoia is a bitch
When walking down the steps
Down the front porch, wondering if my life will be kept.
I've heard loyalty is respect.
And that you gotta do right, or you get left.
I'd never seen a man truly cry until I'd seen a man die,
So please look me in my eyes.
Everyday is everything.
Meditating to the song "Everything is Everything"
I'm dreaming of an escape to stacking bread, toast.
Waking up next to a roach, gross.
But I refuse to be down for the count.
Life threw a lot of shots, and I've taken a good amount
But I refuse to fall until life knocks me out
Because I will exceed my limits
If growing up in the struggle had a logo, I would have been it.
My friend Deshawn said, "Hey yo, Chris.
Keep writing and you'll escape from this"
Writing gets me elevated, but it keeps me grounded.
So when I write hard, I pound it.
I can then give words to what I see
And to what I feel
And to what I cannot verbalize.
Because when I write everyday, I escape from the horrors of reality.
And I'm always brought back to asking myself
What will we say with our last breath?
Wonder if we'll die like Macbeth?
Because paranoia is a bitch
When walking down the steps
Down the front porch, wondering if my life will be kept.
I've heard loyalty is respect.
And that you gotta do right, or you get left.
I'd never seen a man truly cry until I'd seen a man die,
So please look me in my eyes.
Everyday is everything.
Meditating to the song "Everything is Everything"

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