Kyle John Lorenzano - Three Forks

I could delve in mimicry
If you could read my poetry
From halcyon days in the 623
As ghosts of rap battles would have you believe

There was a time when my ways were safe
Like my mind and home and sense of place
But then I ripped the rug to shreds
With a ticket in coach and what my dad said

But I tell ya, I don't live in strife
I find it hard to convey this life
That I'm livin' with my dear wife
Cause I tend to blurt out what's inside

I've lived in comfort and I've grown in grass
Spent complacent hours to the tune of years past
But a bug crawled up and something did say
That it's all too easy, you're wasting away

And this ain't story of brilliance amok
It was fortune, happenstance, and a bit of dumb luck
That I got the chance to get paid to read
The words and the musings much smarter than me

But maybe I've got it all wrong
I'm not special, an ordained savant
So why won't I learn the error of my ways?
Forgive me, I'll be on my way

I know the chords are slow and sad
But that just goes to show that I communicate bad (sic)
When lulls and valleys and shivers run through
I marvel at how to express gratitude

But there's somethin' wrong when you're wearin' a cape
An impostor let loose, a daring escape
You let your guard down, when you're not feelin' tough
Then the damage is done, maybe you're not enough

You know, you once said
The way you shielded your song took my breath
I'd defend those chords to the death
Why won't I do that for myself instead?

I freaked out my mom with a common dictum
"The road to hell's paved with good intentions"
I didn't mean to say and do so many sins
Against loved ones and lost ones and foes and kin

But attention is dropped and the syllables slip
Into gutters that clutter my morphine drip
Of distractions from important life stuff
That's the reason for my current existence

Okay, I should calm down...
Racing thoughts only bring me down
Self loathing in Apartment Land
Why were my illusions so grand?

I could've been foolin' when I thought I'd fit in
In the annals of knowledge creation
Those eight months in bed almost did my head in
With self-hatred of biblical proportions

Old songs don't come easy and the new ones are sparse
Like a wounded and worried and wary racehorse
There's a reason that a record's designed to play
They'll hold all the memories I'll forget someday

Did I make a huge mistake?
By not fighting for The Chase?
In a figurative and literal way?
No, I'm happy our kids will hear this one day

Written by:
Kyle Lorenzano

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