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That's Life

from Escape Goats by Finn Martin

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I step up to the plate and adjust myself
aim my gaze through the crowd to assess my wealth
tap the dirt off my shoes then point to the stands
both my eyes focused on one particular fan

over seven hundred something feet away
we make eye contact for what seems like a whole day
I won’t play, it’s so far, but the stage of excitement
brings me back to the pages I write with enlightenment

Sure, you know I’m in it to share a little truth
with anyone willing to listen to all my dumb riddles and clues
it’s a scavenger hunt and we’re third on the list
I try to finish up before the nerds get pissed

I am, therefore I like to think I exist
on this earth to mark all the right exits
It’s petty, but then I open my eyes
and I’m just in time to blindly catch this pop fly

then i close them again forever chasing
this peaceful dream state that keeps my mind up late pacing
back and forth my failed attempts stop hateful debates
they keep my brain, chained up and nervous about the evil they make

you know it, I know it, I've blown it, you know I’ll die alone it’s
called the crying game and I sold it like a pro
you know it, I know it, I've blown it, you know I’ll ride alone
down to hell laughing as the devil tries to slow my roll

please don’t get me started on religion
when you put all your faith in fairy tales, it never ends well
its never off into the sunset living happily ever after
it always ends with RIP when they catch ya

my sub conscious knows better than that
I sold my soul so no one can ever write better than Mat
and I’m so thankful my eyes were opened
before I got blindly trapped in hopeless devotion

you know it, I know it, I've blown it you know I’ll die alone it’s
called the crying game and I sold it like a pro
you know it, I know it I've blown it you know I’ll ride alone
down to hell laughing as the devil tries to slow my roll

You know I love sitting outside with the sun on my face
my pen scribbling down the rhymes I love their taste
words, verbs adjectives predicates
like i have to get my masters in magic just to rap my shit

I’m just a lyrical wordsmith from humble beginnings
from the time i was old enough to think my mind has been spinning
focus tries to creep up on my ADD synapse
so i keep connections sharp with hundreds of lyrical chin ups

Mat Lee has to be the hip hop equivalent
to DEA conducting raids so they can steal your shit

I wanna take a second to thank each and every person
that's ever taken a second to listen to all my words its

been a hell of a time, I've written rhyme after rhyme
while the government gets paid to spin us lie after lie
I’m completely fed up with this bullshit
the way they get away with treating the people you know its foolish

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from Escape Goats, released December 1, 2012

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