That's O.K. - Jonwayne

That’s okay, my mind’s blank anyway

I never have a thing to say, and if I do

I write a song about it

This ain’t therapy it’s too crowded

Personality drowned out

And stomped

And soundless

Maimed even if you claimed

Style is sound, bitch

Might as well be talkin'

To myself up here

You never listen

What you fear is if you

Listen you might hear some shit

So I clear these clips

And hope the recoil kicks

I ain’t trying to appease spoiled kids

See them down, boil with the boy

Skull rapping that Hamlet

They know that I’m ill

Can’t stand it

I don’t fuck with the gang

Can’t stand it

I’m too fat for these hoops

They demandin'

I’m not a stand in

I’m my own man, (uh), (yeah)

I’m my own man

You better watch your mouth

Cause I’m my own man, I ain’t

Holdin' back for no one else

I’ma show you who I am with my

Own hands, I’ma cold man, own man

I’ma do it my way 'til I’ma old man

You better feel what I say from my soul, man

I’ma own man, my own man

That’s okay, my mind’s blank anyway

I never have a thing to say

And if I do, I ain’t tellin' you

I been silent for a minute

Growin' up with my nephews

I was an alcoholic quitting cold

Turkey in the cabin

When at home I had to clean out the cabinet

When at home I had to clean out the contacts

Just some people who would never call me back

Then I drop 100 pounds like a lad

In a lap dance, magic up in my pen

Ya’ll are writing something tragic

Stanzas, can’t stand up, re-branded

Damage, asinine, anti-aspirin

Outlandish rapping

Only for the cash

Mercenary ass

Can’t hold a damn candle to a light bulb

BING, Google and Bing me, king me

If you wanna compete, boy

You catch me in a different kind of scenery, singin'

I’ma own man, own man

You better watch your fuckin' mouth

Cause I’m my own man, I ain’t

Holdin' back for no one else

I’ma show you who I am with my own hands

I’ma cold man, own man, I’ma do it my way 'til

I’m an old man, you better feel what I say from my soul, man, I’m my own man,

own man

That’s okay, my mind’s blank anyway

I never have a thing to say, and if I do

I’ll let the city sing it

Mmm… You hear that?

That’s the sound of us, baby

3:37 in the morning

Rolling down fourth street

The snores, and the hearts

The quiet pin drops, stillness

Like pastries behind the glass

Mmm, what a sweet melody

Swelling the empty of night time

That’s why I feel like I’m the only man alive

Maybe I am, that’s why I write all these things

You know?

Away from all the snakes who bite

And the biters who snake

Away from the screams

And the pressure

And the invisible favors

Away from homie prophecies

And hindsight heroes

Away from you, really, yeah

It’s lonely, but maybe I’m all I need

You know?

Me and my crew, Authors, here

In a silent way, yeah, in a silent way