When I was 12 I had a crazy art teacher and shes the reason that I turned away from my religion used to wear the shirts of every single band that I was loving she said that "Maybe you should come and see a sermon with me Sunday" shook my head, I declined politely she acted hurt and cried a bit, she didnt take it lightly like Jesus really cares if i'm listening to Chino and the Tones it was the only thing that brought a little comfort in my home at the the time i was broken, but didnt touch a drink til i was 21 still dont own a weapon or a gun, still confessional in every single song, sorta intellectual, but always fucking joking through it all, avoid my calls cuz i barely want to speak don't want to go to dinner, its the middle of the week explore the possibilities, digging for potential beneath like a scientist becoming "Mr Hyde" without the seek How many people aint feeling the mirror? hate your reflection How many y'all wrote it sincere made a connection but listen, i understand that every one is different so I keep my mind open just in case you want to visit Cinderella story, smashing all these pumpkins like im Billy Corgan you don't want to help no refugees, but hate abortion that's contortion in the many ways you twist it they should make a zombie show and call it "Walking contradictions" I just believe in people helping other people, I believe in human rights and love the person, every single King like Martin Luther, thats the junior, spread the rumor I'm just thinking for myself, there aint no hiccups, aint no tumors Ehh...People suck, most of y'all are lazy as fuck writing Yelp reviews, criticizing albums up on Youtube but never write a verse, never drop a disc never putting forth an effort, yet the things you say, they stick and you make these artists quit, I should punch you Criticizing others, man, its always been your go to go ahead and hate me, you can even craft a few reasons you're just a wannabe musician stuck delivering pizzas How many people aint feeling the mirror hate your reflection How many y'all wrote it sincere made a connection but listen, i understand that every one is different so I keep my mind open just in case you want to visit I dont reflect in the mirror I reflect in what I've written its the things that you hear I dont reflect in the mirror I reflect but dont reflect in the mirror make it perfectly clear I dont reflect in the mirror I reflect in what I've written its the things that you hear I dont reflect in the mirror I reflect but dont reflect in the mirror make it perfectly clear How many people aint feeling the mirror hate your reflection How many y'all wrote it sincere made a connection but listen, i understand that every one is different so I keep my mind open just in case you want to visit

haven’t slept well in the last four years, 31, cut me off at my 4th light beer,cuz hangovers man that just isnt my thing, start to feel homicidal when I get migraines and I see the stupid sun shining in through my window im just trying not puke, playin super Nintendo and all my friends got a couple kids, so pre-occupied, every time their coming home they never stopping by, they hardly even call unless its Sunday, we talk fantasy football, talk about mundane all I gots a routine, and its hatin the world, I just eat, sleep, smoke a bunch and hang with my girl but my girls got a ca-reer, a good job, a good year, a good way to look every day and me, im over here, too unfocused to see it all clear, the glass is only half full, cuz I cant finish my beer 31 today; happy happy birthday, me got to go to work empty, im a shell of me just another asshole with a name tag polo shirt on, everyday it’s the same act 31 today: happy happy birthday, me found a couple gray hairs on my scalp you see, apparently I cant enjoy a few vices beer makes sick, so does anything Spicy My co-worker called in sick, like holy shit, this three days straight I had to cover shift cuz her boyfriend dumped her and made her all sad, “suck it up mother fucker!” damn, I sound like my dad, life is anything but perfect, im telling you now im the babe ruth of bad days, colossus of clout, all I want from this big worlds a little respect spend my every work day straight chained to a desk if theres one thing that high school, it fails to teach ya, get a four year degree and still become a barista cuz the job market sucks, underpaid are the teachers its like no matter what, life is gonna defeat ya you can be a grown man and they call you a stock boy but you gotta pay the bills, think youre making the right choice life is just like a birthday, I see it all clear cuz just like the person it gets old with the years 31 today happy happy birthday me got spend half my check on some banking fees frusterated, automated my bill pay “sorry mr. grooms” shit ruined my whole day 31 today happy happy birthday me another day, another dream that you cant achieve think “damn, I should go to the bar” then the calendar reminded me to service the car instead Simple man, just meat and potatoes with generic diet soda I aint conscious of labels, I fight my depression with addiction to cable been at least 8 months since I ate the table that’s embarrassing, sometimes I feel like im parroting complaints and aggravations for the sake of entertainment but im not…really wanna shut it all off grow my beard and hair out, then I cut it all off got a haggard ass smile and some busted up Van’s got a back brace on and some calloused up hands got a shit sleep pattern, and attitude planned for the next fucking customer that’s taking a jab Im 31 today, gotta cake, blow candles out it’s a blazing inferno call the firehouse, you’ll come to find that the older get your gifts are simply age jokes and cologne sets 31 today, happy happy birthday me Old spice gift set and some socks for me goddamn man, you call this a gift at least ill smell a little better when im taking your shit 31 today, happy happy birthday me Migraines, advil, that’s the pair for me headaches still invading my headspace getting older every day, cant measure my long face

I dont care if people like me, there, I said it... its understated in my last three records subjugated, got me walkin on these eggshells, tippy with toes, not like back in '99, punching kids in the nose I dont remember why, just remember battling our wits til they'd cross the line, on some tired "mama joke" shit but it aint like that in 2016, a pacifist, well...i wouldnt call it that but im just taking your shit, im underpaid and im overworked, over exerted, got this anxiety disorder, makes me anxious and nervous, but I dont care...fuck it... I'm just forging ahead, gonna sew a course for destiny with needle and thread, im gonna build it like MacGyver filling up these binders with these free verses turn em into albums you can purchase leave a legacy ahead of me, god i miss the old me the person that i was is not the person that im gonna be chorus Let me catch you on the sunny side shine bright baby, fade into another night Let me catch you on the sunny side Let me catch you on the sunny side You never smile in your pictures... why is that? losing weight and looking great but then youre gaining it back, they assume because you rap its always raining in stacks, man, these people with their rumors always muddle the facts...and thats a fact, ironic how that works, standing on the side, wallflower with no perks, some cyber bully jerks never putting in the work Im reading all your youtube comments with a smirk let me tell you how i hurt, do it openly heart on my sleeve, its like everyday is autumn and im raking them leaves what you perceive is a person trying to make it when all im trying to do is keep myself from feeling vacant no matter how you take it, my life is a bigger picture painted with a shaky hand, beautiful the colors, never perfect but i love it, I love who I am, I love to prove you wrong when youre saying that I cant chorus Let me catch you on the sunny side shine bright baby, fade into another night Let me catch you on the sunny side Let me catch you on the sunny side

Good people, good people Put them hands up high and get em evil You wanna grab the sky until you start to fly And those poltergeists will speak deeper The name is nicholas, im doin it gimmickless go by "Grooms" to the masses your approval is imminent cuz im doing it limitless, fluid, soothing and wicked Spider Man be damned, I aint doin this "Venom"-less Eddie brock and a little bit "The Rock" What the hell is this? You ain't fuckin with my head leave you mentally celibate All these rappers putting emphasis on "money and cars" I got so much power, spitting protein "bars" Check this irony...How stupid are smart cars? Got heart palpitations after drinking a "Rock Star" some "Monster", some "Red Bull", some energy drinks "Drink a case that shit, boy and grow those wings" Its consumerism bullshit polluting these people They say I need to seek Christ, that's delusional lingo I guess I'll gain no entry to your magical kingdom, Man, if only there was a website where Christians could mingle. Good people, good people Put them hands up high and get em evil You wanna grab the sky until you start to fly And those poltergeists will speak deeper I've never made it rain with a stack of singles I don't do it for the hip hop or hipster people Never catch me shopping at American Eagle even if they made their clothes for plus sized people Never catch me in a club straight dancing it up I'd be the guy in the corner with a solo cup sipping quietly, avoiding the frat boys head full of beats, always bumping that rap noise Look at me! I'm old school you see... I'm "OG" like Fratelli's in an ORV crotch chop to my former boss, i'm keeping this blunt quit my job, walked out, and I called her a cu---AHHHHHHHHH I cant say it! Cuz you know respect is limitless You know i'd hold the door even if you're a feminist or a man, or your trans or your gay full of pride even Ringo is a Starr playing "Ticket to Ride" Good people, good people Put them hands up high and get em evil You wanna grab the sky until you start to fly And those poltergeists will speak deeper "Good people", listen up, know i'm talking to you I ain't no one special, I'm just Nicholas Grooms Sarcastic type of dude with the future to offer like i'm part Kyle Reese and part Darlene Conner I'm anxious everyday just counting my scars You can buy my new book out at "Nobel and Barnes" Wait reverse it, "Plexing" on a verse, "Mr. Perfect" Damn right, undisputed champ when I rap, makes you nervous Yeah you fear me, you know who you are, You got some hearts painted blacker than some opium tar Got me wiping off the mirror so you can see who you are Like Schmidt, put a dollar in the "Douchebag Jar" and be better...Try to be the best you can be You don't need a million dollars or another TV You don't need a million "likes" or a handful of selfies Its the people in your life, that's the meaning of wealthy Good people, good people Put them hands up high and get em evil You wanna grab the sky until you start to fly And those poltergeists will speak deeper

Its been three damn years since a meaningful tour got me putting on my face, watch me fill it with scorn Let me play a couple dates, didn't practice for more Let me seal my own fate and catch my foot in the door I'll pry it open...watch me navigating my rifts I guess that crazy is the person throwing merch in a ditch I guess that lazy is a person when depression, it hits I guess I missed another deadline and didn't write shit I guess I am bipolar, never melting in the arctic gotta start a couple fires and commit a little arson gonna burn myself alive to prove a point gotta resurrect the dead, gotta pick apart the brain thats in my head cant replicate success, cant let these people burden me with stress cant worry about these people who are thinking that I am less Wisely is the time I invest, just a bleeding heart open and I am venting my chest Three damn years and this fire it burns and it consumes, Smoke! Breathing in the fumes, breathing in the doom up all night wishing I was younger wishing i was stronger wishing that it didn't consume Three years left passing with ease and then there's me, Choke! Hanging from the trees, dangle in the breeze Waiting for my feet to touch the ground' Wishing there was anyone to come and cut me down "There goes the Chiefs rapper!" Street clothes, rarely dapper "Let me hit him up for tickets!" "Let me hit him up for pictures!" "Let me ask a bunch of idiotic questions!" Yes, Ive got some real songs, emotional investments Dont wanna play your twelve year old kids birthday party Dont add me to a facebook group that youre starting Dont wanna do no dumbass youtube commercials Dont wanna do an interview on something controversial Dont wanna do a single show without rehearsal Cutting off my dead weight, choke it til its purple try to speak my piece while you are yelling for "Tradition" trust me man, im flattered and I am happy that you listen But that was so long ago...got some blown up proportions My life is not a joke or a team that youre supporting I am just doing shit thats feeling more important and the burden of my yesterdays is feeling so enormous Three damn years and this fire it burns and it consumes, Smoke! Breathing in the fumes, breathing in the doom up all night wishing I was younger wishing i was stronger wishing that it didn't consume Three years left passing with ease and then there's me, Choke! Hanging from the trees, dangle in the breeze Waiting for my feet to touch the ground' Wishing there was anyone to come and cut me down Financially, rap has fucking tapped me like a keg Taking every extra dollar when it seems to come my way It's like I shake a couple hands then they throw a little shade until they're asking me to share their shit to get a couple plays Egotistical, psycho babble, ramble on Mind is changing, everything is thankless, forever feeling anxious Deconstructing everything I've build Gotta walk upon my feet and get the fuck up off these stilts Ain't no thugs with their sideways guns, aint no gimmicks Ain't no strippers in this verse just my homie in a hearse and a piece of me still holding in my hurt Barely stomached; my lungs are full of smoke and my minds forever running I hate this. I hate this person that ive been becoming Never making moves, Ive never been a spider But im brown and I'll recluse, then i'll bite you Fangs exposed; Just thought i'd better let y'all know. Three damn years and this fire it burns and it consumes, Smoke! Breathing in the fumes, breathing in the doom up all night wishing I was younger wishing i was stronger wishing that it didn't consume Three years left passing with ease and then there's me, Choke! Hanging from the trees, dangle in the breeze Waiting for my feet to touch the ground' Wishing there was anyone to come and cut me down

Grew up in the hagar additions, out in Garden City, K, it was greater than Britain, just a house away from Gilbert, a block away from Stacy, across the street from joey, our lives were full of maybes, like maybe we were better than that busted down buick, adults would speak their minds and I would listen til im fluent, in bullshit talk, and those negotiating skills, watched my father pawn possessions in the name of paying bills, momma told me never worry bout the things we fight about, put a pen up in my hand said to write my feelings out, you got, 2 brothers take care of em son, I got 99 problems but a sis aint one, cuz if I had sister and some dude was messin with her I would probably explode and make my problems something bigger, Oct 25th, you would be 31 today, my world it fell apart the day that gilbert passed away. Never say goodbye, never say goodbye. Its unconditional love. Ok let me understand something, y’all don’t get along so I don’t get to see my cousins? No logic to that sentence as kid or even now, im content with what im doing, hope I do my city proud, behind me are some issues that I seem to resurrect in the interest of the music and use it to connect to the people who are broken, feeling empty in the chest, used to walk around my city bumpin coolio cassettes, making wishes I was cooler, wishin girls would take an interest took me 20 something years until I found myself a princess, she lets me be myself, she don’t ever get embarrassed bout things that make me happy and the amount that I been swearin, like fuckin A, life it varies by the day, today were feeling lonely but tomorrow were ok, forget about the bickering, a waste of all your energy, no shame in bein humble, you can love em unconditionally.

Kill flight like the bird flu, sick little words do. Mix like Crowne and Coke elixir that I turn to Drink til I celebrate my nothingness and voids. So addicted, mind is flipping, caught me slippin like im Freud. And now, I channel frowns and these fractures that compound Life is spinning on its axis but it isnt world renound Got me telling all my secrets, til the word, it gets around like some easy girl in heat, you know there is one in every town. Believe in the depths and the darkness of the deadest sea Alcatraz imprisonment, the person that is trapped in me. Escape artist, indigo, the color of my aura flees People say they pray for me but never does it better me Dont waste your time, dont waste a nanosecond Praying for my future, time to open up the "present" Remove the bow and paper, in the card a written message "From me, to you, our love is running deep because youre special..." Tora! Tora! Tora! Nightengale, Florence. Nurse me back to health Bedridden turns to gorgeous Another conversation to alleviate my torment Give every indication that I am dying with the orchids If I could paint a picture, If I could take a portrait Wouldnt need a single word that Im coming forth with But Im forthright, my foresight is forecasting dark nights Like falling down four flights of stairs... Broken bones, right? And it hurts me see, you can watch me bleed out the red color crimson for your artistry. Like Bob Ross, see me hanging from a "happy tree" Heart on my sleeve, where I always wear it happily. And actually, I admit it makes me laugh that my being insecure is what can cause you all to gab. You stray from your path and you walk into blackness. My flame, it burns bright, I light up the path with it. And that did it! Thats the line that pissed em off Wont ever say that I am better, but writing circles round you chumps. From paragraphs, to epitaphs to truths that keep em coming back I choose to keep my eyes upon my goals Im never turning back. Tora! Tora! Tora! Nightengale, Florence. Nurse me back to health Bedridden turns to gorgeous Another conversation to alleviate my torment Give every indication that I am dying with the orchids Watch the world from here. I can see it from the rooftop. Feel it when the groove drops. Seal it in the dew drops, stop it on command. Feel it running down my cheeks til its dripping to the sands of time. These hands of mine are broken always open to a nail in the palm Im impaling your psalms when I speak em... Speak em like a lecture, remove the tounge Speak em out in bloody syllables, forever young. Its a statement of how you make this How you place the blame in these cases. How you taste the rain and leave traces. How you cant conform to embraces. Hugs, kisses, death wishes, breathtaking depth visions Sick premise, slept with it Still disregard these opinions Tora! Tora! Tora! Nightengale, Florence. Nurse me back to health Bedridden turns to gorgeous Another conversation to alleviate my torment Give every indication that I am dying with the orchids

Ive got a vessel and its holding my soul. Ive got to wrestle with the devil with some grappling holds. Get celestial enigmas in the sky up above. Got professional opinions and a couple below the belt. Im always aiming, always gaining on some accolades. Flesh and bone birthday suit like im tailor made. Im just a human. Just a body in the ruins. Just a comma in your prison sentence hindering your movements. The flame dancing in a flickering candle, the bickering of parents, an emotional vandal. All my conversations, incoherently rambled. Soliloquys are killing me... There aint nobody listening. Its like im only ever talking with myself. Its like the only thing I ever do is break. A mental picture taken every single blink with a fireflies flash and the pattern of the snake. Its like the only thing I ever do is break all i ever do is break all i ever do is break Its like the only thing I ever do is break all i ever do is break all i ever do is break Telescope wish upon the stars. Pull em down, better blanket me with love and not another Turin shroud. In Aurora, when he shot into the crowd... Felt the sky falling down, felt the sky falling down Felt the sky falling. It fell swift in those embers and ashes Its a volcanic matter and a nervous reaction. Its the death of an artist and a lack of compassion. Its that studio apartment Im still spending the past in. Out there is a ghost so restless A porch light with those moths so tempted Burning their wings to the rythmn of this small town venom Gettin bitten til their smitten with some lovesick symptoms Admire this, its the pattern of the snake. Saying "Diamonds are forever" Til they kill you with a spade. Until they go and shed their skin Everything can die in a moment, it can die in a moment it could die. Its like im only ever talking with myself. Its like the only thing I ever do is break. A mental picture taken every single blink with a fireflies flash and the pattern of the snake. Its like the only thing I ever do is break all i ever do is break all i ever do is break Its like the only thing I ever do is break all i ever do is break all i ever do is break