(Might As Well) by Mic Familiar Not an island just a man not a myth Got a dial got a hand band and with In the sand each grain gotta sift Without a plan These chains gotta lift This brains gotta give Great now the whole world knows I got a brain Ain't gonna debate It pains me to relate Pains me to be anything other than correct If there's inner conflict I only know who will object Great now the world knows that I'm pretty vain Or abased out of fear of unknowns to remain Absence of evidence or evidence of absence Braced for any impact Have yet to transcend Home just a word for consideration But I'm here though I might as well as be a zero Might as well be a hero Might as well be Somebody else Might as well be here Since there ain't nothing better Might as well fall short Acclimate to this weather Powers that be and the flick of a remote We know folks who voted for this No desire to emote Claimed what I say Damned when you don't With a glass made of stone does it matter if it's full If you ask would answer that you gather be of use Since the latter is the sky and the rest isn't a roof Perhaps .... nah let me wait until there's proof Suggesting that our guess is a residual of use Sure I know This chest ain't bullet proof But I'm here though I might as well be a person I might as well be a mage I might as well become somebody else Might as well be here Since there ain't nothing better Might as well fall short Acclimate to this weather

X marks a spot  Hit a slant Exaggerating the dots Set or stranded  Marinating in chance About to make make an advance  Fall on my face  Or out of these pants  If That's a way Out of humility to falter   Bound to face The relativity of altars  Theres language to get a brother to languish No disrespect if the shape it's in isn't sanguine Framed in all that's  Vintage modern or ancient Complacent  Or A tamed fish To play with Only confirmed in what you define as royalty  Only in earnest to make time for buoyancy   wherever that means sufficed Sowing seeds or succeed what ever the seed implies  To obstruct to declare significance  plenty to come from when affairs are frivolous    Getting done with asking questions And collapsing into inventions To run with what is convention Relapsing into attention Collapsing into inventions Not done with passive aggressions Collapsing into inventions Every rhyme I write is like the last time Spider on a climb  Where these hands find Every trickled web  Every thickened tread What a fickle nod to get affixed to the head What a flimsy knife  What a fickle life If its to be designed Way after being defined  As little but alive What another ism to someone that is enticed Another deposit  Some other composites  Making way to faucet Vomiting or flossing  Strait to the off-switch Turned on or stalin Astonishing are the causes  Drop out or haul in  If It's not all your fault You're all fault if not sin What's there to become so many options? God or A father or a cock or an oxen   Getting done with asking questions And collapsing into inventions To run with what is convention Relapsing into attention Collapsing into inventions Not done with passive aggressions Collapsing into inventions

Stars are superficial At least they're not like charms with their outstretched arms at individuals swarm full of whiles at maximus or minimal Given permission but sparse within each interval Smiles as they signal alarms They commit to their parts and such goes on and on How they sing you a song A keepsake of your awe They wave you move on Center of universe Center of I Projecting and imprinting So deliberate my! Getting ridden did or didn't mean that literal Eyes like the assholes they are with what's trivial Maker of most and rarely are they miracles yet to somebody you're mystical x2 Eyes how they cut how they undress How they swallow all the tones of my sunset At a concave at a convex how they object how they confess so deliberate my... Had enough of these arms If they don't uplift hearts or they don't lift up bars They're always folded Tied up or being consoled with Medically energetically holstered for control Wild are the lengths spent apart the present place that we are and this moment's perception like you're given direction And there is no pure form of an expression Before long you have a muse and a story fluctuating designating categories elation gets auditory when you ignore me Nothing is short of sorcery Of course, we are in a quandary sure that I'm smelling of laundry Sure that you're dwelling and fondly Stretching beyond me Simple is what it should all be

Who would've known that it would feel like this Weightless when the walls disappears like this Scared for my life Just what have we stepped into Step into the circle and finish initiation in fall immersion Coming to Back to real life discerning Getting drawn to the music Getting drawn to the music The bass amidst what is belonging to the fusion No matter what the pretense is See some events In comes the rise of tension Then evolves an illusion No longer is that want a woman or a person A name but a concept wanton of an assertion No butterflies and if there were they’re all burning Going in fall immersion back to real life discerning And I was drawn to the music Just a waist arms legs and a face whatever is human No matter what the pretense is The mood is set and whatever the scene is seen larger as an improvement The paradox that surrounds it is the want of inclusion Before getting to feel like a heretic with a delusion Got the Essence of light and the eye of a newt Casting a spell for them that's binding and recruits Who would've known that it would feel like this Weightless when the walls disappears like this Scared for my life Just what have we stepped into Step into the circle and finish initiation in fall immersion Coming to Back to real life discerning In fall immersion coming to coming to Getting drawn to the music and I .... I was drawn to the bars Like notes on a staff line sending Mors code to mars Like you're unfortunate to resort to your moving parts Torn are the formants all viewed as important Like it love it hate it enough Sign a deal with it in blood Or just Gave it all up Distracted again it's practically the end Oh the sultry fuckery and the encapsulating stench Now I gotta think of you When a song is on Something like a phenomenon strung along to the beats And that fault is with me Like a magnet to metal shards within a scrap heap A gesture and a potion An inexorable omen Inevitability death and just getting open Clung to the image magnified in the mind’s prism The throne and the robe I'm so reluctant to put on Clawing tips of periphery of catalysts that pretense and serenity Too much to mention amongst the many amenities Pressures surrounding me have reached their utter infinite In fall immersion coming to back to real life discerning in fall immersion coming to Coming to Coming to like... Who’da known that it would feel like this Weightless when the walls disappears like this Scared for my life Just what have we stepped into Oh the many sights things to present you Who’da known that it would feel like this Weightless when the walls disappears like this Scared for my life Just what have we stepped into You’re earning your rights or at least that’s what they hint to

At the prime of a life Sinking at the Height of a soul Soaking in these modes I chain smoke    Getting open Til it ends  If not a wretch spot a bench Sit or stand I'll attend Till it bends  What a nice image What is bending? extremities  Being yourself measured as a Kink or obscenity Arousing at a rousing interaction You know the outfits the Laws of attraction  Yet None of that ever stopped you at all Fly on a wall swatted erotic in its resolve Stupid yet resolute just on a boost or in a shamble At the will of what I'm doing...  inconsiderate ample So much for being acute of so many angles "This loser really trying to ramble?" Are the Cans of his Campbell  Not ready to sample One sock short of a sandal My body's a good sport Somebody can handle  What won't affect what is geared One scotch one bourbon one beer here's a tip At the prime of a life Sinking at the Height of a soul Soaking in these modes I chain smoke    Getting open Til it ends  What was this now  Drown your sorrows For my just deserts to go crazy Oh what an appetite that's worth craving  And just a single life that's worth saving   Irony a fine man murdered by his machinations Oh what a sight for imagination  Wanting to belong not wanting to be ownEd Wanting to be on anxiety when you're shown  Like what is there to want that ain't already being used With everything in front of me that's better to refuse Made fence to assert my prominence Futility and opulence inertia to accomplishment   You built something assuming that it was great to And because you built something somebody should be grateful Still fixating on the preface of this day new  Choosing to be alive  Reminding nobody made you And the cup runneth over like it got legs Circular to these squares just like I got pegged Garlic peppers and onions got the harsh breath Confident to respond but still I'm not dressed At the prime of a life Height of a soul Soaking in these modes hope spreads getting open   Be a friend If you miss out Drown your sorrows Make the glasses turn to 180 Oh what an appetite that's worth craving  Heaven if not for high places Where rims of the eye defy traces So many names many faces Don't kiss don't tell Keep in touch or go to hell I'm staring in amazement  At the force that I exert upon this pavement  Don't kiss don't tell Keep in touch or go to hell

World Full of Clowns__ all of us minions some insolence Nothing’s making sense up goes the box that they in until the music ends The verdict is They getting pissed like I wanna kill the Stephen King And sewer that crafted this clown if this is it Feeding it regardless of meaning it Re-posting to bolster all of the demons of a comedian Bloody nose on the street red rivers Suggest scissors Cut the chord that we’re tied to feeding the troll under the bridge If that’s real to him allow him to promote just what he is Let him the drive the bus if he wants to bolt into the bridge But that’s not alright with us Because we wanna ride the bus Plausibly out of boredom Responding and then the clout goes up What a face of death cluster fuck Hope you’re all smart enough to know what’s up But I guess that’s too much Hunting season wings clipped To sitting ducks sings this Product of a world gone stubborn Flame extinguished   Oh he the best so what Just let him be Cuz what am I to be projecting what’s in front of me Let him gloat Let the ship sink float Watch the show Got enough clowns find a nose World full of clowns fine me a nose Late to the show break in the flow Bring on the rain Sure there will be a riot Killing time donate this body to science   Just try and tell me that you are not entertained Full express steam on a train Just try and tell me that you are not entertained Then turn and look the other away A pause for the effect Digress or a recess Just tell me what you’d rather enamored being a reject Since all of the moves from this position are illusive Beat the horse till it’s bruised and lose the point of what’s conducive all of the music in its vastness and it riches are  Tools of the richer suits who care more bout they business taking Fruits of the labor put in a cup that gets shaken Manipulating the naked with the warmth within their blanket Sure I’m getting older and wiser—don’t get it… though Pendulums swing and our simping is really pitiful Over names that are not ours Games that involve power from a source where they outsourced cowards Becky’s got a cap like the friend you got in prison Johnny now wears a mask like it’s the skin that he fits in Looking for more likes or attention in your photos Plaster a white chick up in a head dress and kimono I’m a 90’s baby so my views are fairly jaded Biased to so many changes Yet some things remain the same Like those faking the funk Pies to the face of the drunk Erasing the race of the ones Long list yo I’m barely even done Oh he the best so what Just let him be Cuz what am I to be projecting what’s in front of me Let him gloat Let the ship sink float Watch the show Got enough clowns find a nose World full of clowns fine me a nose Late to the show break in the flow Bring on the rain Sure there will be a riot Killing time donate this body to science   Prone to react This climate is getting vicious for me Not that sold on the box office  Gonna steal one for me  Give credit to those who make things interesting To all who are setting the tone for the interim string Note to self there are lines of the bass and the treble Everything will be fine. So remain on your level Caught in a world where opposites attract the Posture of wayward souls wanting to build what they lack up The importance of which then meets the formative switch Moral to the story is missing or maybe doesn’t exist Everyone we watched and every voice we know is dead Go do what you want with that wig up on your head Have a cigarette and then Tell us all about your vision with a laser pointed pen And your power point mission The twelve steps to cleansing all the youth you’re not befriending And the system we believe we’re in control of Such attempting of pre-empting The rendering of a medium Elysium inside of the mind’s crowded gymnasium

Space out feeling caught in-between Playing a role or just rollling in and out of a dream Can't recall what it means  Is it all what it seems  Space out in love with all those betweens  Couldn't ask for more? Still following the heart  Assuming it's that mature Landmass to a master What a massive shore So wanting of every wave water in disarray Contracting and reacting  Stretch wake and a yawn acting on passions hopeless romantics open semantic outclassed by your works Prepared to desert it  as pilots an astronauts  Say hello and goodbye  To the surface As we say bye to what we thought gave us purpose Still an urchin deprogramming its man brain of perversion To sleep peacefully  be taken in at light speed Sketching what any light reads or exceeding what likely Space out feeling caught in-between Playing a role or just rolling in and out of a dream Can't recall what it means  Is it all what it seems  Space out in love with all those betweens  What is love Don't make the one If the mind is to be spotless and eternity is the sun not enough to need but enough Holding onto forever This cold weather no weather Will not concede to too much Constructing adjusting trusting in fate In conjuction with grace At a world's end presumably pardon excuse me mILES kinda bluesy hope to recover In the embrace of my lover Or the embrace of evolution Ways to revolution and days to absolution I pray that if I die alone it won't be dialing a phone Shaking throbbing and sweating Not usual Still in bondage still of use if you're letting dellusional Stay I won't Say I will nerve to obsess over what's real Space out feeling caught in-between Playing a role or just rolling in and out of a dream Can't recall what it means  Is it all what it seems  Space out in love with all those betweens  Constructing adjusting trusting in fate In conjuction with grace At a world's end presumably What is love Don't make the one If the mind is to be spotless and eternity is the sun not enough to need but enoug not enough to need but enough Holding onto forever This cold weather no weather Will not concede to too much