| Yah Beautiful | |
| Dangerous season the fall of youth | |
| Souls wither like gold diggers, we follow suit | |
| The booth is starting to feel small | |
| I should feel appalled, | |
| Instead i feel it all and can't call it | |
| My heroes have the heart to lose the life I wanna live, | |
| In the end I'm hoping that i take less than I give, | |
| We go through stages, I ain't talkin' bout gigs, | |
| And I ain't talkin bout famous when I talk about big. | |
| Pathetic poetics, connect my life to my words | |
| Some cause play-back pain right to the nerves | |
| For me it's hard to hear, that youre hard to hear | |
| Didn't believe I was deaf till some check started clearin | |
| Now thats a different kind of clarity, | |
| And love for your brother, | |
| That's a different kind of charity | |
| Ya I rap fearlessly | |
| But i act carelessly | |
| When i'm busy on my grizzly | |
| I'm a quarter bi-polar bear | |
| With me, the rarest breed | |
| Naw I'm just a parakeet | |
| I talk what I hear | |
| I do as they do | |
| And I hate what I fear you see | |
| A simple animal, sin is sincerity | |
| But when I get carried away | |
| You carry me TSOL |