HSPTL - Open Mike Eagle

I’d forgotten that we’re all the same

That our differences are all a game

That were all like the super friends

So every loser has a future win

I had fell for the okie doke

Lost my control like, «holy smokes»

(Gosh darn it)

I really said worse than that

I wish I could take the curses back

I had spoke from a frequency

That was pretty low

I bet you folks would agree with me

But when I thought it was impossible

Somebody brought me to the hospital

I kept two feet in a cup of booze

To try to stay above the blues

That color’s unnatural

A result of personal subterfuge

I had the let the bottle go

I’m tryin to be a role model, bro

I was such a piss-poor example then

Except for what not to do

If I had a rap check to spend

I’d go buy a big rare cockatoo

I thought I was responsible

Then they brought me to the hospital

Wherever I sit today

In front or against the wall

I can accept it all

No matter which-a way

Wherever I sit today

Ima make a motherfucking throne

Wherever I sit today

In front or against the wall

I can accept it all

No matter which-a way

Wherever I sit today

Ima make a motherfucking throne

I used to be so jealous-hearted

«How'd he get such a swell apartment?»

Look at me counting other people’s fans

Instead of tryin to be a better eagleman

I even hated on my own friends

Turnin' up my nose with a clothespin

Like pee-you

In my head I had to make em wack

Luckily I came a long way from that

What kind of pal was I

Leaving all those downloaded files to die?

Now I’m bumping all these tracks

And given em good honest feedback

(Cause that’s, that’s what I would want)

It’s like there was two of me

My true motivations hid beautifully

A public face and a shadowed man

A dirty ship with a clean cut capitan

Foolin all my damn passengers

Tellin them we’re still on this planet earth

Wherever I sit today

In front or against the wall

I can accept it all

No matter which-a way

Wherever I sit today

I’mma make a motherfucking throne

Wherever I sit today

In front or against the wall

I can accept it all

No matter which-a way

Wherever I sit today

I’mma make a motherfucking throne

It smells like rain again

Fresh dew beads on the wet lawn

How many sundays have I seen?

How many blades of grass have I stepped on?

My old friend used to walk barefoot

Until the bottom of her feet looked silver

Close to where the shaw meets wilshire

I used to think she was a lunatic

Now when I call she asks, who is this?