LOST CHORUS I don’t know where I’m goin’, …but hopefully I’ll dig my way outta this depression the truth will set me free I don’t know where I’m goin’, I’m…lost in lies and I can’t find the time to live my life… VERSE I in life, there’s no instructional manual and no guide, so I just hop in my ride and just drive and when I approach the next intersection left, right, or straight – those are my only questions I try not to look back, although I do sometimes my roots are grounded…planted deep inside to envision where you’re goin’, you gotta know where you been to keep that positive vibe around you, hold on to true friends and I wish I could say that that’s all that you needin’, but it ain’t, in this journey, there’s not standard procedures it’s all gamble, no leisure, no cuttin’ slack in this region random visual seizures, can’t get mad, just get even I’m breakin’ ground ‘til I’m leavin’, no matter what the season the reason…I’ve gone too far to be seated been a decade plus and runnin’, still ain’t made no money, but I’m in top gear, and I know my time is coming! CHORUS

CLEANSED IN DIRT CHORUS TEASER trust me…I wanna be free, but I haven’t…quite…figured out how to be trust me…I wanna be free, but I haven’t…quite…figured out how to be VERSE I I’ve tried…to see…the world the way you see it there’s a big ball of guilt – there’s a big ball of guilt but vertigo leaves my vision blurred and tainted there’s a big ball of guilt built – there’s a big ball of guilt built …I thrive on obsession – it is no secret there’s a big ball of guilt built up – there’s a big ball of guilt built up while my imbalance leaves my head full, but I’m still speechless there’s a big ball of guilt built up in – there’s a big ball of guilt built up in …these addictive manic episodes’ll be the death of me there’s a big ball of guilt built up in my – there’s a big ball of guilt built up in my like a fiend I’m needing, like a fiend I’m needing, like a fiend I’m needing the needle of negativity there’s a big ball of guilt built up in my chest - there’s a big ball of guilt built up in my chest VERSE II I’ve tried to kill it with pills, I’ve tried to drown it by drinkin’ both of those routes failed, what the hell was a thinkin’ I’m an educated man – I know it hurts when you try to flirt with the pain, but instead, you make it worse main course was depression cleansed in dirt hesitate for a second – have remorse for dessert don’t forget about…that appetizer of guilt that started this mess – a past filled with filth and I’ve begged for forgiveness to diminish my sins and I’ve pledged to have my blemishes be finished within, but that don’t erase the places I know I have been at the end of an amazing graceful race, I’ll find myself there again, interrogating friends with a pad and a pen and a bottle of gin, which is my next of kin, taking it on the chin knowing I can’t, but pretending I can win I give in…I think they call that compromising a trend in relationships – I call it lying make-believing you’re happy with your life, but inside…you’re on a steady decline not too below the surface, you’re runnin’ behind chasin’ truth like it’s an object that YOU have designed in a mind-numbing project, your roots are alive with Robert Johnson in the deck, the blues have revived something that you love…from something that you hate debate it all you want…I know that it’s fake an illusion of a memory you didn’t enjoy now that it’s in the past, you wanna play with it like a toy never happy in the moment, but remembering it as perfect the very thought of it…makes me shaky, anxious, and nervous …the conclusion I’ve come to it’s better to fake happiness than to try to resolve your issues …so instead of being an actor with surprises, …I’ve become a master of disguises Fade Out…so instead of being an actor with surprises, …I’ve become a master of disguises …so instead of being an actor with surprises, …I’ve become a master of disguises …so instead of being an actor with surprises, …I’ve become a master of disguises …so instead of being an actor with surprises, …I’ve become a master of disguises CHORUS there’s a deep dark part of me that’s been buried in a hole Lord knows that I’ve tried to let it go the more I try to repress, the more it tries to progress the less attention I give it, the more it grows there’s a big ball of guilt built up in my chest there’s a big ball of guilt built up in my chest there’s a big ball of guilt built up in my chest there’s a big ball of guilt built up in my chest trust me…I wanna be free, but I haven’t…quite…figured out how to be there’s a deep dark part of me that’s been buried in a hole Lord knows that I’ve tried to let it go trust me…I wanna be free, but I haven’t…quite…figured out how to be the more I try to repress, the more it tries to progress the less attention I give it, the more it grows

VERSE I you gotta face it…some folks highlight hatred ‘stead of steppin’ up the stairs, they stuck in the basement hatin’, waitin’ for somebody to give their life a facelift …knowin’ damn well that ain’t gone happen they complain ‘bout how their little world was blackened in reality…they’re the ones that lost the traction on the road to success—blamin’ others for regrets you gamblin’…and you the one that lost the bet well it’s in your court…YOU dropped the ball hell, you failed to pick it up so you destined to fall dog and that ain’t me main—I’m fightin’ to breathe the Lady of Death came for me twice, but I ain’t leavin' I’m here for a reason, I see sin and please Him I will stand strong as long as I’m still breathin’ …grasp absolute truth through all seasons no gain without pain, so stab me—I’m bleedin’ CHORUS how low will you go… to get as high as you can be? VERSE II I woke down, not up, which is usually the case eyes open, already hustlin’, runnin’ life’s race gotta do this, gotta do that cause life don’t stop for you to catch up, with your luck, you do dirt, you get caught watch…one thing after another, you’re smothered death comes in threes…first your homie, now your grandmother you’re guessin’ one more’s on the way—you strugglin’ hope for the best, but expect that the worst is comin’ karma’s catchin’ up with me…my past is resurfacing and I must confess the stress is almost leaving me grieving the next person that pushes me must be craving a beating having visions of negativity—leaving them bleeding still I take a deep breath, focus on the next step keep my head to the sky and my eyes on the prize and when I remember I gotta crib…and food in the fridge I paint a smile on my face and continue to live—that’s real… CHORUS

VERSE I (GOAT) feelin' so lifted, lil' bit twisted GT status - talented and gifted wild and wicked, mixed with liquid somewhere in between clean-cut and misfit (JackRabbit James) mess with the best kid, elements of Texas big, bad, and wreckless - hectic from import to domestic, all types of ethnics we wreck with perfection, so catch it (Kilo Art-of-Fact) como se llama - she don't even know my real name, but she wanna buy me a shot, this one's a real dame, so I took it, Patron, get in the bloodstream then another one came and took me upstream CHORUS these people don't know me, but they keep buyin' me shots these people wanna tell me how my crew just blew up the spot it's impolite to turn 'em down, but I know I should stop these people don't know me, but they keep buyin' me shots VERSE II (Kilo Art-of-Fact) here we go again - who wanna buy me a beer could someone from the rear bring a Heineken up here let's be clear - I don't like to drink and steer, but I'm gonna drink cause my designated driver's here (GOAT) cheers...the DD's right here the only time I drink and drive is on my John Deere yep, we from Texas - hillbilly hop no mas tequila...slide me the scotch (JackRabbit James) hey ladies...we the bomb and sh!t from the end of the shot to no call again appalled with him? naw, we drunk and still pros wit it cold flows, still ya moanin', I'm gone wit it CHORUS VERSE III (Kilo Art-of-Fact) I gotta buzz...and now I'm fallin' in love with the chick at the bar who just asked for a hug I keep it playa though - what it dookie, I'm throwed straight from Dallas, Texas, smoke a blunt and I'm gone (JackRabbit James) shoot...'bout to disappear like fumes drunk and loose, juiced up to puke hands up, yeah, we on one, stand up, be strong son drink gone, I'm wasted, how 'bout you? (GOAT) absolute truth, that is, feelin' so lit I'll act an idiot, but please don't trip Donkie Monkie's in motion - miles from home Southern Elements Tour - we out like puuuune... CHORUS

AIN’T FELT NOTHIN’ CHORUS I see your lips movin’, but I ain’t hear nothin’ I heard you makin’ moves, but I ain’t seen nothin’ you got a lil’ buzz, but I ain’t felt nothin’ I ain’t seen, I ain’t heard, I ain’t felt nothin’ I ain’t seen, I ain’t heard, I ain’t felt nothin’ Grades Of Absolute Truth’s in the booth whisperin’ a lil’ somethin’ Yall ain’t ‘bout nothin’, dude, yall frontin’ VERSE I my senses must be off – yall ain’t got no taste you watch T.V. to see what fashion you’ll embrace lack of originality – invadin’ my space reach down, grab my shoe, and sock you dead in the face pff…give me a break, better yet, give me a rake as I comb through fakes, only few will escape right before I wage war on the corporate race pray to the Lord I’ll be respectful at the Industry’s wake I’ll bury the hatchet, pull a weapon out my mattress draw up new blue prints full of Grade A tactics with practice, you drastically less than average gotta bulletproof plan and…you can’t match it boy I know at least 10 artists from Dallas that’ll lyrically slap you stupid-ass cats backwards let’s be honest – if talent really mattered much, a few of us wouldn’t have to scrape up change for lunch CHORUS VERSE II I heard you got that truck, heard you got that car stereo system thumpin’, bumpin’ up and down the boulevard looks like you got wings when your doors are ajar 20, 000 dollar rims – that paint job is so raw guaranteed to get pulled over as you leavin’ the par- king lot behind the bar, now you behind bars much more money spent on bail to build up your image that ride looks nice in your garage when your license is suspended haha, naw dude, I ain’t tryin’ to be funny it’s just ridiculous how much emphasis you put on money and I can’t lie, I try hard to break bread cause I gotta make sure that my family is fed so instead…of worshippin’ material things I push positive vibes and live life like a humble human being when I give a friendly smile, ain’t no grill in my mouth I’m flossin’ pearly whites, welcome to The Intelligent South CHORUS BRIDGE if you lovin’ what you hearin’ and you feelin’ what I’m doin’ say yesir – yesir if you lovin’ what you hearin’ and you feelin’ what I’m doin’ say yesir – yesir sorry to say – you’re too little, too late p-p-please plead guilty, I am closin’ your case runnin’ that rat race, even at this calm pace I hit golden goals, homie, yo, I’m in first place CHORUS

SLOW DOWN VERSE I we always in a hurry to get where we goin’ ‘til somethin’ slows us down and keeps us from glowin’ prevents us from showin’-n-tellin’, inhalin’, exhalin’ watch yo ass or you’ll be beggin’ someone to bail you outta jail, man… hey…that’s how it usually goes down walk, jog, run, trip…face down on the ground wake up and smell the concrete… why kids gettin’ high huffin’ freon—the answer is beyond me, but the question rings oh, so clear I worry about my speed-freak friends, while I’m guzzlin’ a beer yeah…and then I have a real disturbing realization… everyone’s addicted to somethin’—ain’t they—face it… it’s the truth and that’s all I’ll speak absolute truth, that is, G-O-A-to the T it’s plain to see…some things are beyond reach speak up, enounce clearly ‘stead of blurrin’ your speech—take it slow… CHORUS wake up and smell the concrete…everyone’s addicted wake up and smell the concrete…everyone’s addicted to somethin’, ain’t they? VERSE II I’ve got more than 1 scar on my face from stupid mistakes even had to have plastic surgery—stitches didn’t seal my case and after that, I still take 5 shots of Patron in a row and not think twice before I drive home alone at 25 years old—my doc’s tellin’ me—it’s real got blood work done—liver levels high—I need to chill at this rate—tolerance steep—could drink a river in 10 years, my liver’ll be shriveled from liquor I betta slow down…and take time to smell some of the agriculture…maybe we’ll live to tell a lil somethin’ to our children…or maybe someone else’s make specific distinctions ‘tween Heaven, Earth, and Hell we gotta fucked-up focus—all ‘bout money, but what can I say? hunger pains in my tummy it’s funny…not really—reality sucks well when you’re not livin’ it right, it sure does CHORUS fucked-up focus…I need to chill…tolerance is steep…could drink a river fucked-up focus…I need to chill…all about money VERSE III ay, do me a favor…at least once a day tell your blood you love ‘em and say it straight to their face or even through an email, text message, or phone call death creeps closer every breath…there’s no stalls, but honestly, I don’t know what I’m preachin’ I betta listen to myself, hell, I’m my own teacher and you’re your own teacher too… no body listens to one another, we all seekin’ our own food we hungry—in this heat, its cold dude I ain’t say shit, but I told you—shoooot… and best believe I’ll tell you again follow your gut feeling and stay close to your kin—slow your roll main… CHORUS I ain’t say shit, dude, but I told you…shoot

DAMN NEAR ON EMPTY VERSE I I have a huge problem askin’ other people for help so I end up tryin’ to take on everything by myself feel like the world’s against me, hope it’s just in my head grippin’ the rope of sanity, but hangin’ on by a thread and if my body is a vehicle for my soul feel like I can’t make the payments, ‘bout to be repoed and my tires are worn, interior’s torn so when my lease is up, I’m afraid that I’ll owe more that I’m worth and it hurts, could be a curse so I repel the hella negativity through verse ‘bout outta gas, but I can’t stop cruisin’ in neutral with the A/C off sweat’s pourin’ in this Texas heat – could be a flood made need a pull if I get stuck in the mud weavin’ in and out of life’s lanes, swervin’ at times if I get pulled over, sure as hell ain’t walkin’ the line CHORUS VERSE II I usually roll with the punches, but my inspection is out my engine needs a tune-up, gotta take another route feelin’ broke down, slowly coastin’ ‘round town even catch myself complain’ – “your system’s too loud” I should shut my mouth – feelin’ lost because I sure as hell ain’t the man that I used to was ’08 was rough – it overflowed to ‘09 to my surprise, multiple medical problems arised had a headache for 8 months, finally broke down went to see the doc to get it checked out probably from stress – maybe from anxiety did a scan anyways to put my mind at ease unexpectedly found a lesion on my lobe referred me to a surgeon, nerves are about to explode is it AIDS or a tumor – is it plaque from MS? is it cancer…that’s spread from somewhere else? MRIs, blood work, co-pays, and consultations deductibles, yeah, losin’ patience as a patient not to mention the spinal tap and its side effects feelin’ like a pin cushion – depressed and stressed like a tiny pebble popped up, put a crack in my window my Papa’s at Charlton, so I’m keepin’ it from my kinfolk pills for the pain, bills pilin’ up don’t get paid for another month, still won’t have enough plus paranoia’s gettin’ the best of me been 2 break-ins in my neighborhood since last week and the rumor is – one of them ended in sexual assault ain’t no runnin’ from it, makin’ me sick to my stomach every time I leave my lady at home alone havin’ visions of men breakin’ in…and you know last night both of our cars were broken into talkin’ to cops is the last thing that I want to do CHORUS VERSE III finally got an alarm installed in the crib and bought a Sig 9 and some hollow-points to keep by the bed prayin’ to God I don’t ever have to pull the trigger, but best believe I will if there’s ever an intruder haven’t slept well lately – regardless of this between teaching and the studio, I’m workin’ double-shifts gotta maintain relationships with family and friends, but when you’re runnin’ on fumes, you’ve got nothin’ left to give my loved ones are sayin’ I should see a shrink – wait… I don’t see the point in that when I can self-medicate I vent through music to get it off my chest, but I do realize that I’m blessed… took a few wrong turns, but that’s how we learn when you smell the oil burnin’, gotta refuel the furnace It’s imperative that I restore positive habits create art with love and watch it blossom into magic I’ve whined in the past ‘bout the holes in my shoes ‘til I met a man with no feet, gotta lot more to lose paid my dues – been through plenty gone from a full tank to damn near on empty