Digital.Self Video (MV)

Wake up, get high, set my predictions for the future
Lower my expectations, fade away to my computer
My only goal in life is writing words to light the fuse
I'm a sentient life believer, a spoken rights abuser
At open mics, supporting fights, nobody likes a loser
I want to tell her I still love her, that just might confuse her
But, I might just lose her
Lonely nights are truth, but who pursues the muse perceives the music
Like it might be deeper
Am I trying to keep her? Why would I let her go?
Every minute got me down on the interval
Every song got me stuck on a visual
See things I hate, become irate so
When I die make it digital
Bury me down by the minerals
If I'm miserable, make it minimal
I just want to feel like I did when I was kid
Running red lights on a whim, riding my bike through the wind
Snap back with acid rap tracks
Take broken hearts and pass them right back
This don't mean nothing to you
I just got something to say
I just got something to prove
What if it's new, what if it's strange, how do I do this alone?

Patience, that is all you need
You got power in what you believe
I feel low, like I'm coming up
I feel low, like I'm counted out

Full story in a quick look, like a flip book
I should flip books
But it still took me a minute to get up and go admit it
I might as well try to scrimmage or finish another feature and
Write a sick hook
I'm a nitpick nitwit misfit, go check my input
How am I this good?
Yo I've been good
I'm a nimble Sim or a symbol, simple
Life is uneventful, transfer energy back to my temples
Kinfolk can't go wrong when they sit upon their ankles
Channeling their mana, animate trivial plans
Man, activate your pineal gland
Bland, living in a Simian stance
Given that chance, advance
My impact in fact still isn't grand