Lyrics For Old Times - Out Of Place feat. Falling Awake

When i was young i didn't have much
But my mother would give
Was a enough for me to prosper as unusual kid
Didn't take the normal route
More about obtuse angles
The world tried to strangle as i dangle from my fingertips
Won't let it get the best of me
Cooking up a special dish letting my music be the recipe
Had to find a way out of the cycle of dig
As a kid
It seemed like every aspect was rigged
Even while i was in school it was a disastrous bid
From walking home in the morning to the action of live
Like i wasn't suited for the every day of the convoluted
Permission to be up rooted from this loose state of under dog
Try to rise above the fog but harder to breath
When every step is a push that's harder to see
An art to be
Growing farther from family
Didn't choose the route my mother had envisioned since my innocent
Music gave me meaning and the will to reap the benefits