DIALECTRIX VERSE ONE

Doing the best that I can but it still don’t feel enough
Been so invested in plans till the whole damn year is done
And another one will come, I stack em all up and horde em away
Wake up, work hard, call it a day, rat race rodent caught in a maze
Raw from the pain, Lord of the strain
Putting in work, rinse and repeat
Falling asleep, living the dream
Innocently, slip in deceit
Cuz a piece of the pie don’t come so cheap
Reason the tiredness run so deep
Alarm go beep and I’m up and at em
To the BPM of a cut throat beat

JOE NEW VERSE ONE

God damn what a son of a bitch
You’re soaked, you’re broke but you wanna be rich
You float, you don’t, you sunk as ships
You got to admit it you thinking that you’re coming to bits
But ya top ten when you got the pen
You hopped in but forgot to swim
You’re locked in without the ring
Bowed out without the win
Loud mouth is about to sing
Magic on the microphone
Freedom on my island home
Freedom when I lie alone weeded in the writers zone it’s time to go
These days I’m an older Joe, still got it like a Jeswon boulder flow
I’m way out of alignment when I roll a smoke
Came out of retirement and stole the show

CHORUS

Wake rise shower drive nine to five rinse repeat
I’m just a struggler and a battler trying to live the dream
Wake rise shower drive nine to five rinse repeat
I’m just a struggler and a battler trying to live the dream

DIALECTRIX VERSE TWO

Raising my voice like Lane Staley did, stay legit
Make me pick anyone I like, son your style, baby sit
I’ve been lifting the weight for years till it break my back make me sick
Maybe this, craziness, plagued me since, eighty six
But I still live with it and instrument of pain never taught how to play
I’m too sick with it to fit to quit the game, never walking away
Cuz I’m in awe, never bored of the torturous formula it’s survival
Balls in the court and all in score here to win this final


JOE NEW VERSE TWO

Climb to the top, life that I want
Little bit more than a five minute job
The second are ticking the time off the clock
And my memories missing like I’d forgot
Dear God why did I stop, guess to myself I was lying a lot
Like I was a frog and I climbed in the pot
I was boiled in water and fried in a wok
And I jumped out firing shots
Sound the alarm sirens and cops
They told me to strike when the iron is hot
But it’s not so I think I might switch it back on
Open up when opportunity knocks
And you will keep on improving the odds
Have you and me got, too many probs?
As humanly possible we could be gods

CHORUS