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Conversations With a Box

from Conversations With a Box by MC Otto

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takes fewer muscles to smile than it does to frown
well the way things are going my jaw should be musclebound
seriously, i bet if shit's fucked up now i should cash in all my chips
and suddenly double down
i walk on crumbled ground, not afraid to say i'm in a dark place
like helen keller in space or some variety of cart race
constantly with the heart ache, smiles that really are fake
at the end of a hard day, or losing my shit in a hallway
i'll say, at least i won't make more demons
i have all the more reason at least to stay breathin
i can bottle up this anger and leave it in safe keeping
and be ready to talk about it at length in eight seasons
i won't ever try to repeat the mistakes of my dad
my life won't leave a bottle in it's place when i'm sad
that's not a dig, hell he knows i promised him that
and i am not exaggerating, this is honestly fact

(somedays we're a bit lost
and it seems that we've bit off
a little more than we can chew
and it's all that we can do
and i know that you're confused
but when the music hits stop
i'm just another guy conversing with a box)

i don't even classify as sort of tongue in cheek
i was born to stuff the beats with fucked up frees
show up at an open mic like once a week
and score a couple drinks or at least something free
oh who'm i kiddin not like i ever leave the residence
impressive since i've held a job and settled shit
with people who need evidence of causes that i'll rebel with
screamin on mic like i forgot i'm not a metal kid
at least not anymore, i could pick up a guitar but i forgot every chord
i couldn't write ffl if i wasn't incredibly bored
i look back on all these rivers that i never did fjord
but am i being literal, metaphorical or...
look, once a week i have an existential crisis
what's nice is at least i can predict when it arises
what sucks is the snub, the complete and utter silence
of the little voice inside that tells me to keep smilin'

(somedays we're a bit lost
and it seems that we've bit off
a little more than we can chew
and it's all that we can do
and i know that you're confused
but when the music hits stop
i'm just another guy conversing with a box)

no matter the month i can only seem to sleep when it's cold
like there's a freezer atop my blanket and furnace below
if i could earnestly show any of the hurt in my flow
i certainly know some folks who'd be searchin' they souls
me? don't even bother and don't bother me either
this is not a cry for help, it's a hollow defeat chirp
arising from this dragon that has swallowed me feet first
i'm only weighing him down, man, see his powerful knees hurt
i don't bend, i think i only buckle and break
like a car crash, safe and only my knuckles seem scraped
it's entirely possible that this is psychosematic
nice, though, to have it like those who enact it
on programs with baggage, i got a honey-do shitlist
of issues that i can't fix in just 22 minutes
i need no commercial interruption just to run to the finish
and lose it all then, when i'm coming to get it

(somedays we're a bit lost
and it seems that we've bit off
a little more than we can chew
and it's all that we can do
and i know that you're confused
but when the music hits stop
i'm just another guy conversing with a box)

i feel bad complaining when i know that it's gets better
i know we'll get past the weather and be a family together
i guess there's just a lot that i don't really wanna process
i can't put it through it's paces and expect to come out lossless
and i really do apologize for all my recent crossness
but i come by it honest, and it don't matter what i wanted
cuz frankly, that much should be obvious to anyone/with a brain and two ears and a pc with a pentium
what's time's return policy, I'm sendin' em
a grieviance for a couple bad weeks with notes for reference
i'm at my end and such, and the problems just get bigger yet
a few years ago, i'd settle down with a cigarette
and right bout now you damn right that i'm missing that
but i'm tryin not to make my ladytype all pissed and crap
i should be glad that i got a coping mechanism
this dope mess i'm spittin', i'd be a total wreck if i didn't

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from Conversations With a Box, released July 11, 2014

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