(JND)
Boom chicka wah wawwwww

Freyed Knot Baby

At the Mutiny

Doin the do ya see

I see the positive in negative; forever optimistic
And if the world ends tomorrow – I know I’ll miss it
Cos though my life is hard compared to others it is easy
Plus I’m fortunate enough; for you to hear me speak it
And for that I thank you – believe me I’m grateful
Even though I moan about my paper chase I’m able
To spit it clearly to you – cos luckily I’m gifted
So when I try to rhyme I write my life and times unlisted
So once my tracks are listened to I hope you feel the edge I bring
And if you don’t – well just know I’m saying “thanks for listening”
Cos that’s what my mission is but number 1’s are far away
I won’t succumb to fronting punks who slumber some or aren’t awake
Sometimes I start to pray and ask for guidance from above
Sometimes my heart is swollen up cos hard is life when growin up
My rhymes are far from blowing up;
But still to dream it doesn’t hurt
I love it when I’m one with earth – bustin out a couple words
And I manage as this dusty world spins upon its axis
As I glimpse up from my mattress to a globe that’s looking at me
Or my focus is unhappy but I’m slowly swinging mood states
Cos I told you, that music is my true fate

(JND+ExP x2)

The fuss that grinds us
We put behind us
It justifies us
The plus, the minus

The trust that binds us
That must remind us
Through love and kindess
There's plus and minus

(ExP)
It's like this; pleasure never knew of the pain
A madman that's usually sane, the summer barbecue in the rain
The greased ladders make it impossible to get a grip
But with hands that never slip, it's positively negative
Hostages are pessimists, the escapists were the optimists who never quit
Tossing all the evidence was never the imperative, but then again the benefit;
Comes in kharma being generous, or degenerate, making you wealthy or just penniless
Ten of us, in a hundred, probably met their demise
We've still got our head in the skies, like a cloud's a clever disguise
Getting better, we rise, but in the end we just die
So surely, what's the point of effort, if we'll never be right?
The feeling of accomplishment, that some just can't feel
And that's a hard deal, cos those wounds just can't heal
Just a half meal away from nourishment
But we're too busy with self punishment...
...and bumming on about the government
Out of order and liars they may be, but lately, they're not making me crazy
I'll just wait; see, if these lazy dole arseholes will pay me
Maybe...Perhaps when pigs need air traffic control
Kids and good health are just animal goals, but this pacifist holds
His instincts close to him with a passionate soul
Digging deep in darkness is done by having evolved
That's why they haven't made glasses for moles...
But what's the use; life's up and down and I've got the proof
And I'da found myself by now if I hadn't lost the truth

(JND+ExP x2)

The fuss that grinds us
We put behind us
It justifies us
The plus, the minus

The trust that binds us
That must remind us
Through love and kindess
There's plus and minus