This is the process I use to give all of my views, be they solemn or crude, be they wrong or just foolish, I’m talking to you / It’s like all I can do is shoot this mouth off like a shotgun, load it cock it and (bang) / Call me the prophet the doom, seems like that all of my youth’s been squandered on wanting to prove that I’m so awesome and cool but I’m not; I’m a tool, I’m a definite douche / popping and locking my dance moves all alone in a room, ‘cause that’s all that I do / feels like I’m rocking a tune, banging and clicking to music, no iPod and no boom / boxed in a coffin, no movement gonna stop or undo all of the weight that I usually am hoping to lose from my shoulders

life ain’t a fairy tale, it’s like finding dead Cinderella’s shoe; toes wiggle and move / zombies of steps-sisters haunting you, ghosts on the loose bippity boppity boo / wickety-wick wallow in moods, I’m a little obtuse but the rhythm and blues, man / I’m filling it move me, hearing it through me, giving myself two thumbs like woo me / A conundrum, an another a doozy, nothing I do will uncover truth, these 16 bars give me something to do, please leave?, but I write too tight for loose leaf / So if you’re wondering what I’m doing, fuck off I’m making music / I get so depressed sometimes and I’m sick of feeling this useless

FRAN: I’m trying to hold out hope that I might grow to be something bold

I struggle daily but that don’t mean a thing, I believe that if hope is the way and your road needs paving, take a shovel and scrape it / ‘Cause when life is a maze just get higher or fired up inside, never go quietly dying in the night / Never go crying, dry your swollen eyes, get the truth out and divide and conquer lies, invest in-your mind, try to multiply what you can’t see / but divine from all the time you’ve been asleep then minus all the life you been wasting, and the time with open eyes?, add it all up; cosine and carry the 9 / what is that number? Screw it, go for five, are you 100? You can euthanize all a’ your slumber / If you suicide you have undone your self and all the while life goes on, I swear and hope to die

Pop pop pop like a Armalite rifle, an unbeatable crime; you wanna live and you die but feeling little is trifle sad, edge of a knife / Am I making you cry? C’mon give me a sign / Gimme one little tear, yeah, trickle inside your eyeball; sweat drops, unequivocal fight or flight / Your survival is imminent, rise, don’t give in tonight, your adrenalines hyping you up, mother fucker / Get up and stand up, I ramp up my love and that’s what’s up in the clouds, we can fly just pack up, leaving your troubles atop a mountain / I’m counting from the edge then bouncing, I’ll be your best friend never doubt it, you can be mine, you can you keep me grounded, when the lights go out of my power outlets

FRAN: I’m trying to hold out hope that I might grow to be something bold / And I know where there they want me to go but I won’t, I’ll make it on my own / Whenever you feel so low, I can hold your hand and help you let the pain go

But I may go cray though, run away and drive a mini Winnebago, wanna stay home but I take hold of the wheel, bank low on a shale road, brake at the fork like a freaking egg yolk, whatcha say bro?

FRAN: If you ever lose your hope…

Fuck that in the cake hole, I’mma grown man, if I can’t find hope I’mma take yours, make more by the waste my brain pours / It’s a fortunate strength I prayed for, face forward, I’m moral support / Maybe you can be just like me, keep trucking on like a Range Rover

FRAN: I’m trying to hold out hope that I might grow to be something bold / And I know where there they want me to go but I won’t, I’ll make it on my own