Red Light

Enjoy the moments under the moon,
With no rush to get home
Cause you know she's leaving as soon,
As shes slams the passenger door,
Packs all her things off the floor, while
You're weeping for her forgiveness
You take back every word that was mean,
But the lack of passion from her is so relentless

So you try...to be the better man,
Try to hold on to every second that you can
So you're time left with her will last
Starting new fights just to delay her flight
Why are the streetlights passing by so fast
Faith is tested, the stars align in the sky's night,
As you pray to hit every Stoplight
You pray to hit every Red Light.

You're heart is bruised and left battered
At this point it doesn't even matter
She starts to Flee, you reach out for her arm
You see the look in her eyes, you see the extra harm,
No choice left but to let her go, and as you let her go,
The rain drops, the teardrops, begin, to flow...

So now you're all alone, as you write her a poem
In the form of letter, but it's not gettin any better
Remembering when, you used to read them and loved 'em...
Guess you're to high up now on your totem,
To display nothing but your lack of emotion,
As you stand in the puddle beneath you, as it resembles the ocean

But I tried....to be the bigger man,
Tried to hold on to every second that I can
So you're time left with me would last
Starting new fights just to delay your flight
Why are the streetlights passing by so fast
Faith is tested, the stars align in the sky's night,
As I prayed to hit every Stoplight
I prayed to hit every Red Light.

They say sometimes good-bye is a second chance,
But I'm afraid that this Red Light, was our last dance....

In Search of a Resolution

There's a lot that I don't know
There's a lot that I'm still learning
When I think I'm letting go
I find my body it's still burning

And you hold me down
And you got me living in the past
Come on and pick me up
Somebody clear the wreckage from the blast

But, I'm alive
And I don't need a witness
To know that I survived
I'm not looking for forgiveness
Yeah, I just need light
I need a light in the darkness

In search of a Resolution

And the bars are finally closed
So I try living in the moment
Till the moment it just froze
And I felt sick in my atonement

I could hear the sound
Of your voice still ringing in my ear
I'm going underground
But you'll find me anywhere I fear

Now, I'm alive
And I don't need a witness
To know that I survived
I'm not looking for forgiveness
Yeah I just need light
I need a light in the darkness

In search of a Resolution

What If...?

What if our relationship was a movie, we'd be in the first act
And  you'd be the leading lady, and the theatre would be packed
What if our expressions were a song, we havent even hit the hook
After seeing you the first time, I said "She's got the look"
What if we were a baseball game, we'd still be in the first inning
But I can hear the crowd sreaming as if were both winning
What if our fights were a boxing match, I'd now let you win everytime by KO
Because toe to toe, you're the best, and I want the world to know
What if our first kiss wasn't perfect, then we better start to practice
Cause when our lips meet, my head starts spinning on its axis
What if when our hands first touched there was chemistry, call me a science teacher
Cause all the students in the world could see that you're a keeper,
What if our spark was a fire, then we would be the flame,
And if that fire ever died, now that would be a shame,
What if you were an art gallery, you'd sell out to capacity,
Because your bodies the embodiment of the perfect anatomy,
What if we are what love is, I guess were' still at the L
But I think I can hear cupid calling his army on his cell,
What if every rose has its thorn, then you're worth every prick of skin thats torn, and
What if you already knew what all Ive been through,
You would know exactly why you're all I want to pursue, so
What if you were the 9th world wonder?
And if falling for you is down, then I'm already going under, you see..
If you were an earthquake, you'd be the greatest catastrophe,
Because you've mended my broken parts that were once inside of me,
To whom it may concern, Happy Anniversary...

-Lance

Tale of Gatsby

Verse 1 (Sing):
I left your ring on the table, wait
No, it's buried inside of my closet
Locked in a box thats not able
To open the life of a goddess
Living the life of a fable, strong but unable
Turned out more scrambled than eggs
Lost in a television world without cables
Why do they have so much trouble being thankful?
I know im not the nicest but at least im grateful...

Chorus:
I'm saving you, from saving me
From all the tails, and misery
Im fighting thin, head worried out
Pressured mind with uncensored mouth
Yet I keep on dreamin, its real
As I pray for the nightmares to heal...
When I wake up what will the mirror...reveal?
The Tale of Gatsby

Verse 2 (Sing):
Hide behind libraries,
of open books with no pages
Each empty word gets a lil scarier,
A blank story for the ages, as I'm
Watchin the hands of time tick,
On these five thousand dollar watches,
As the sounds they make are getting softer with each click,
I need fifteen arms to carry all the boxes, and
It's as if im walking on a tight rope
Juggeling everything on one toe,
And if I take one mistaken step,
I'm bound to fall to the ground below.

Chorus:
I'm saving you, from saving me
From all the tails, and misery
Im fighting thin, head worried out
Pressured mind with uncensored mouth
Yet I keep on dreamin, its real
As I pray for the nightmares to heal...
When I wake up what will the mirror...reveal?
The Tale of Gatsby
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Bridge (Talking):
Only solution I can seek
Mashin pedals, as in the rear-view I sneak a peak
Of life in the mirror, as it's getting smaller in the distance
And the music's getting louder, the faster I go,
I never needed an argument, just comprehension of your listen

Verse 3 (Rap):
Those suckas tried to bury me
Ended up havin' to carry me
Middle finger to the reaper,
Cause there ain't no scarin' me
Apparently, they dont understand who I am
A troubled man, hundread grand in my pants
Whippin' dropheads to hardtops, 57 Maybachs
Maserati's, Ferrari's, thats the money I play by
Presidents cop me, imagine if I stayed down
Stay shinin and make them haters pull they shades out
Cause when tragedy strikes, I struck back
Looking for me to roll over and die? who does that?
They left me for dead, but I'll come back to life,
Till then, ill be tearin' it up in the afterlife,

Chorus:
I'm saving you, from saving me
From all the tails, and misery
Im fighting thin, head worried out
Pressured mind with uncensored mouth
Yet I keep on dreamin, its real
As I pray for the nightmares to heal...
When I wake up what will the mirror...reveal?
The Tale of Gatsby

Wanted Needs

Fixtures hang upon the cielings
Switching on and off panel those feelings
When all is grey, black and whites all you see
Yet that trouble keeps followin' me...
Hiding behind locked doors
Looking out through the window pains
Griev-in', has left me nothing but shame
Reachin' all wants, easily succeeded
As each plan of action is reached, its defeated
Thats not a shot against my courage,
But needs confide my pour-age, and
The images portrayed, its not everything, but a damn shame
When the witnesses, run away, and you're left without a thing, but a chain
That you're father left behind, that his father and his father, stood on the front line
They were' willin' to die for us, shot and wounded for us
Up in the hospital, as they burned down the whole forrest
Pandamonium in the making, earthquakes a shakin'
Sound asleep, sleep walking, but nothin keeps you from wakin'
Cause those swollen nightmares, are better than reality
Takin back to the good days, dreamin of nostalgia, we
Will not be defeated, better off depleted as the suns temperature rises
We get heated, as the dark in us neals in seats we see it hypnotise us
A hero beneath the shadowing depths
Haunted my motivations, nonexistence left
Conquered right by all, but failing every test
Its un-imaginable, seeing creation of such a mess,
So lets just put it to rest, and strive for nothin' but the best...

My Confessions

Hey you, it's me again.  Its been a few weeks since we last spoke, maybe longer.  Time seems to stand alone as it continues to pass by without any progression.  My fascination with watches ease some sort of obsessive compulsions, yet I realize all the hands of time are wrong.  Continuely having to reset them to keep time in a lapse.  Speed has always been a commodity of mine.  Fast in track in field, Quick hands in boxing, and quick thinking, wittier than the rest, most of the time.  Yet maybe I was moving to fast, for as time slowed down, I kept going.  My words came out faster than my brain could even comprehend.  There were no brakes capable of stopping me.  Not even 14 inch rotors with 6 piston calipers could stop the speed in which I was going.  But time was slowing, as I could not stop. I would not stop...My Confessions. 

So many times, I felt you in my arms, and it was better than the movies.  Better than any lyrics I could write on a piece of paper, albeit a keyboard in today's technologically advanced world.  The pieces to the puzzle were finally coming together, until an earthquake of disaster came and tore it apart.  Piece by piece the images, the parts, the puzzle, it was ripped to bits.  Without a chance of starting over from the wreckage that ensued.  To many missing pieces.  Having to put it together by myself from scratch, hitting rock bottom, slipping as the ground was covered in gasoline.  I burned myself in the flames that I lit, without even needing a match. Turning me into a savage beast, trapped in self loathing clothes.  I couldnt fix it.  I wasn't getting better.  The voices would not step unless the headphones were on or you were there to comfort my obsessive compulsions.  But I couldnt do it to them anymore. You see this isn't for you, this is for me now.  The music is going to have to be enough.  The boxing will have to erase the demons that try and crack my iron jaw.  The speed will have to tunnel my visions and keep me focused as I fight, alone.  My Confessions.

No apologies.  I dont want to be forgiven.  I dont need you're luck. Yea Im a basket case.  I may be a little bit crazy.  But I can't stop the thoughts.  I can't shut off this brain of mine.  The membranes are damaged and  my leisions inside cause delusional illusions that create nightmar-ish fantasies.  While the unknown future awaits, I can't take it.  I can't help but wonder and worry whats to come.  Its so much that I can't even bare it.  It's so hard watching someone unravel right in front of you, as you look in the mirror and can't stand the person you've become.  With no control.  I can't imagine what it looks like from the outside, and all the pillages ive causesd.  I can't take it.  My hearts become frozen, sometimes it dont even feel like its beats.  So expect no apologies from me.  Even though im sorry.  Makes no sense, I know...My Confessions. 

An open book full of empty pages. Striking similar to that of the Great Gatsby.  The man with everything, yet nothing at all.   Slowly dying inside.  So passionate for ones love, so passionate for her.  So much he'd die for her, so much he'd go to the ends of all thats possible to become that hero they yearn for so much.  But he couldnt be the hero that they needed him to be.  So in source I lived long enough to become the villian, from the script of Christopher Nolan, and Jay-Z's reprint.  But if the story always needs a villian.  There can be no hero without one.  So ill choose to be that, in order to save the ones around me from anymore harm, from anymore pain, from anymore anguish.  The yelling has to stop, the tantrums must go, and the ups and downs must level out, but will they ever?  I dont know.  But i'd rather do it in my lonesome than put anyone else through it anymore.  They deserve better, even when the good me is better than all of you, the other side, the one that I can't control, is worse than anything you could imagine.  Bruce Wayne becomes Bane.  The thoughts that run through my head, what im capable of in those states, in those episodes, in those mistaken moments, they'd never forgive me.   So I run, into the darkness, alone, as I repeat, to save them, to set them free, to set you, my love...free....of me...My Confessions.

Redemption

Verse 1:
Time to back up,
But never back down,
Change the pace, Rope a dope,
Then knock em out the next round,
Pull a sandburg and throw it on the ground,
As the crowd, around, awes in astonishment
At this accomplisment, Meant to calm it,
With hands of rawk fist, from the lips of a profet

Hook:
Redemption isn't contemplating throwin' in the towel,
Riddance of ones entire life pension
But quittin' aint no option
Redemption is over the horizon

Verse 2:
I'll go to war with the entire world
And come out on top,
Not a thing they can say to make me stop
The dark side of evil almost won this tragedy,
but it'll never, ever, over cast over me,
With thunderstorms anymore, of uncertainty,
As I devour every hour, these voices disguised cowards
Showerin' me with towers of ashed peddled flowers,
Im tellin yall can keep yelling,
but bet your ass I can scream louder,
Dice these flames with a bucket of fresh flounder,
Make a meal out of this meat,
This beefs left me grounded

Hook:
Redemption isn't contemplating throwin' in the towel,
Riddance of ones entire life pension
But quittin' aint no option
Redemption is over the horizon

Bridge:
If yall only knew,
How many times I've counted the words that I've said wrong

If yall only knew,
How I try so so hard, to refuse to let it all be gone

Verse 3:
No longer will I continue to sin
With a shit eatin' grin,
Thats not who I really am, but
With the right people in my corner,
I will win the toughest fight of my life
Can't land the right punch, if the timing ain't right
So I plant my feet in the ground, and continue to grow
If they wanna go at it dirty, I can thrown an elbow
It dont matter what you throw, this jaw will never shatter
Convinced that all that useless chatter, Insist I can't win this battle,
As I pillage through the village as the mad hatter, and I
May have to hit the canvas first in order to get back up, and choose
The right shoes, the right path, the right punch, cause I will not lose...

Hook:
Redemption isn't contemplating throwin' in the towel,
Riddance of ones entire life pension
But quittin' aint no option
Redemption is over the horizon