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As a kid I was very confused
Not abused or bruised, just had the blues
Couldn’t tell you why, I’d just want to die
Chemicals wouldn’t comply
I only basked at all from playing basketball
Other tasks appalled, I’d get no calls at all
But then one day brought glee to me
When I saw Nirvana on MTV
And begged my mom for a guitar
So I could play “Come As You Are”
I still make music for the joy
That it brings this boy so I don’t self-destroy.
My records and tapes help set me straight
Help calm the hate, get me feeling great
It’s there for me, will care for me
Makes me less scared and sets me free

I need music, I need to use it
To help me stay sane, abstain from pain
Lyrics are a graceful way to complain
I need music, so don't abuse it
It’s overused in bars and the mall
Lets thank our stars we have it at all

I found punk rock, the building blocks
Changed how I thought, saved me from jocks
I dyed my hair to give squares a scare
Stopped saying prayers and got a record player
I started rapping to try something new
To bid rock adieu, it felt really true
Syncopating my poetry to a beat
Not pretending to be from the street
Fuck rip off hip-hop parodies
I won’t battle MCs, I'll only be me
And doom and gloom, despite the rumor
Can be blended with a sense of humor
Life is dark and sunny, and you’d be delirious
To be only funny or serious
So like songs that gave me assistance
I hope to better your existence

I need music, I need to use it
To help me stay sane, abstain from pain
Lyrics are a graceful way to complain
I need music, so don't abuse it
It’s overused in bars and the mall
Lets thank our stars we have it at all

M-U-S-I-C
You are the best to me
M-U-S-I-C
Cleans the mess of reality
M-U-S-I-C
You replace the stress with glee

It's for this reason I must defend it
Damaged by treason, I must mend it
The powers that be want to destroy it
And cower with glee, pretend to enjoy it
This trivial tripe just numbs the mind
It's up to me to free the confined
What’s that I hear on my radio?
Mating songs made by dopes on blow
It’s counterfeit, a conspiracy
To create catastrophic complacency
By aliens who assail and win
They jail our kin with sinful hymns
Madonna wants to kill my daughter
But I won't let her go on with the slaughter
Music is my lord and savior
It's time for me to return the favor

Music, let's rescue it
From the scheming demons with no soul
Who use Pandora for mind control
Music, let's never lose it
We'll make our mark in the underground
No greed to be found, just righteous sound.

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Hug of War Phoenix, Arizona

Musician. Poet. Philosopher. Philanthropist. Hero.

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