Bucket - Illustrations

Fresh ink for the left leg
Still aint half as permanent as most the shit that gets said
Sixth man of the year the way I'm checked in
Finally with my brothers it's feeling more like we best friends
And that's real shit
Like fuck if I got married I got prospects for best man
And I don't mind gettin tested
Cause I been hitting books harder than when I was a freshman
No plans for marriage thank God I'm out of school
Got an alcoholic parent and a twisted view of truth
I hate gettin settled always feel I got to move
But I'm tryna get leveled like a bubble in a tube
(Yeah)
And I'm trying to get away
From some shit that's chasin me like a blue shell
Life is sweet like some nutell a
I've been changin can't you tell
Don't matter cause I can
And I like what I see
I guess it's about the chase
It's the illustrations that really do it for me
Thank God for the page
Fuck a moment without a process
I'm open to it but cautious
Fuck hope if it's not grounded
Faith if it's in nothing
And growth if it's not progress
Fuck me if I'm not thinkin
You if you don't care
And me if I start drinking
Fuck my mind being cynical
My time being wasted
And my eyes being critical
Fuck my dreams being bad
My sleep when it's restless
And my genes like my dads
Fuck all these decisions that I got to make
Time's runnin low even though I got a lot of days
None of my rings earned but all of them add a touch
My looks gon fade I'm bound to get out of touch
Midwest raised but I don't go chasing Bucks
I throw fits not a fuss
Had a talk with a homie last night about life
Where we came from and how we exchanged vice
For convos
But all the
Old shit we been through up in the compost
Beefin up the soil for the rebirth
Come to find some seasonal teachings in the unreasonable features
And come to find some life in the rain fall
And a new type of comfort in the same songs
I can see the light peekin through the grey in the clouds
Am I really even doin what I say I'm about
I keep company that make it worth staying around
Airdrop the files just to play em aloud
On the beat to shit phone that usually close to bein dead
Fuck the tunnel vision green grass what I see ahead
Homies all supportive feelin more love than hate
Aint nobody sleepin on me we don't even need a bed
Used to want to do a lot
Now I'm tryna keep it less
Page corners creasin
And hoop shoes got decent rips
Baggie int he drawer still
Now I tend to keep it zipped
Learned to love the mornings
But shit I still love sleepin in

Written by:
Charles Wachtler

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