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The Mud

from Vanessa by Art Morera



Ah look, a rest stop is coming up Morty
A rest stop is two miles away, nice

Fell down, picked myself up and back at it again
To anyone wondering how c’mon now was only a matter of when
What can I say woe, just had to lay low
Angel stood on my shoulder twirling his halo
Hated it had to be him, strayed from the main goal angry and mangled
You know how the game go, only actually win when chances are slim
Still gotta play though, make something out of the clay when God made you
Get it out the mud, try to see things from a different angle
While cleaning my glasses lens under a tree drenched with no rain coat
Grabbing my hat by the brim, how can I be mad at the wind?
Van is a cradle, rockin’
I slept like a baby right through a potential tornado
Maybe that’s God telling me “Go with the flow!”
Look how the branches bend, just an example
Boot up the MacBook, flip a lil sample then snap like a twig
Thanos! Thanos! Thanos!
Thanos! Thanos! Thanos! R.I.P. Shawty Lo
Funny the whole time I was right under they nose
Funny the whole time I was right under they nose
And over they head at the same time, I’ve been in limbo
Bent over backwards, feel like the bar’s been lowered, still slid though
Vanessa I swear if it wasn’t for you I’da ended on skid row
Might have never won the lotto but my view always changes as I look out my window
Summer lovin’ on days you were something like an oven I’d go for the bread
No landlord cuz the person that pays for the roof holds it over your head
And to all the eyeballs watching my vlogs they know I’m a guy with his dog
In front of a fire log, when I’m tired God turns monologue into dialogue
Park somewhere scenic, reflect on my life in case I die tomorrow
Next morning with my eyes groggy take a deep breath then sayanara
Vanessa should be a museum exhibit, a three dimensional diorama
For keeping me loyal to chasing my dream while cheating death, ironic
Needed some time to grow, lay low smoking hydroponic
You could go psychotic turning something microscopic gigantic
Let go of the fear, no white onyx then learn to read it like phonics
Get lost in the beat and find knowledge
Make paper and put my life on it
Ain’t no uh, chorus here
Fuck it make one up yourselves
At a live show I’ll just freestyle it’ll surely be funny as hell
I’ll laugh with ya
This is dedicated to Vanessa


from Vanessa, released December 12, 2023
Written and Produced by Art Morera


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