A lot of you probably don't know me or anything about this - but I've been writing music for about 15 years. You don't just find FFR not being a musician or a fan somehow! 
About 6 years ago I got into rap, I'm much more comfortable with it as a flow in general compared to my rock songs that feel like more poetry. Though I do play drums and guitar, my heart is in the vocals. So, it's been many months since I've "spit" something, or written a new song. I was sitting here listening to music earlier and just decided BAM open notepad and start typing. No joke, 4 minutes later I looked up and this is what I had. It's not perfect. But I'm curious the message you guys take from it - I think there's a lot more feelings behind it than I'd care to admit.
good die young
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you know that life gets frustrating
leaves you just with hating
nothin left to say so get fucked up and wasted
you never really know what the stakes is
they must be too high, you know you aint fly
and even if you was you'd drop out of the sky
so put down the wings kid, you aint meant for the air
i know you're scared, but keep it inside, no one wants to hear
and I know you must ask yourself why do you even try
but hey maybe it aint your fault - maybe you're not the guy
things aren't even worth it
you know you don't deserve it
shit this life aint perfect
and everyone drops bombs on you it makes you kinda nervous
so you walkin on some egg shells
feeling caught under a spell
and even though you never fell
you still can't get back up
they said only the good die young
so why am I still here?
I thought I did good deeds
I thought I beat the fear
I guess it comes back creepin
and creepin's never fast
I thought that I was good
but only the bad guys last
aint no rest for the wicked
closin them eyes is restricted
you talk but no one listens
now you gettin the mission?
no one's catching what you're pitching
they're just laughing at your fiction
no plans come to fruition
might as well go back to the kitchen
when the wick on the candle burns it's last spark
makes you wonder why'd you even start
coulda enjoyed it sitting on a shelf
now you turned it into someone else
and candle wax aint never the same
when you kiss its lips with just the smallest flame
it's easy to go from wild to tame
if you do it in someone else's name
one more time around might get it right
keep trying and trying to reignite
the spark is gone, the candle is dead
but the thoughts linger on at the top of your head
the wax drips down and it soaks the floor
and you still don't know why.. why you want some more
About 6 years ago I got into rap, I'm much more comfortable with it as a flow in general compared to my rock songs that feel like more poetry. Though I do play drums and guitar, my heart is in the vocals. So, it's been many months since I've "spit" something, or written a new song. I was sitting here listening to music earlier and just decided BAM open notepad and start typing. No joke, 4 minutes later I looked up and this is what I had. It's not perfect. But I'm curious the message you guys take from it - I think there's a lot more feelings behind it than I'd care to admit.
good die young
-------------
you know that life gets frustrating
leaves you just with hating
nothin left to say so get fucked up and wasted
you never really know what the stakes is
they must be too high, you know you aint fly
and even if you was you'd drop out of the sky
so put down the wings kid, you aint meant for the air
i know you're scared, but keep it inside, no one wants to hear
and I know you must ask yourself why do you even try
but hey maybe it aint your fault - maybe you're not the guy
things aren't even worth it
you know you don't deserve it
shit this life aint perfect
and everyone drops bombs on you it makes you kinda nervous
so you walkin on some egg shells
feeling caught under a spell
and even though you never fell
you still can't get back up
they said only the good die young
so why am I still here?
I thought I did good deeds
I thought I beat the fear
I guess it comes back creepin
and creepin's never fast
I thought that I was good
but only the bad guys last
aint no rest for the wicked
closin them eyes is restricted
you talk but no one listens
now you gettin the mission?
no one's catching what you're pitching
they're just laughing at your fiction
no plans come to fruition
might as well go back to the kitchen
when the wick on the candle burns it's last spark
makes you wonder why'd you even start
coulda enjoyed it sitting on a shelf
now you turned it into someone else
and candle wax aint never the same
when you kiss its lips with just the smallest flame
it's easy to go from wild to tame
if you do it in someone else's name
one more time around might get it right
keep trying and trying to reignite
the spark is gone, the candle is dead
but the thoughts linger on at the top of your head
the wax drips down and it soaks the floor
and you still don't know why.. why you want some more
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