Optimist
QN5 Music - Asterisk:Four

From: QN5 Music – Asterisk:Four
Written & Produced by: Tonedeff
©2007 QN5 Music (ASCAP)

Verse:1
Sometimes I hate everyone and everything – to the world itself/
Even though I’m the portrait of health and been blessed with many things/
Cause when it seems life’s beginning to take a splendid lead/
Suddenly, everything tends to lean negatively/
I used to feel my luck was bled from me at seventeen/
Because ever since positive outcomes have been seldom seen/
They tell me that bouts with doubt can self-fulfill prophetically/
And that’s prolly why John & Paul said that it’s best to let it be/
And I use to be the cat with plenty kinetic energy/
Happy go lucky, Mr. Follow-Your-Dream-And-Set-It-Free/
But over the years, son, I’ve been jaded to the Nth degree/
I hate it, cause my sense of grief is blatant and my friends agree/
See, people’s selfish deeds lead to my bleak expectancy
(Like) If I catch the E, I never expect to see an empty seat/
(Nice) But in typical fashion, this’ll pass until my next defeat/
Until I’m stressing deep and forced to beg and plea – till then we’ll sing.

Chorus:
Life is wonderful.
Life goes full circle.
Life is wondeful.

Verse:2
They say I’m a natural born pessamist – and that’s fuckin wild/
Must’ve come with my mother’s smile and father’s bullheadedness/
I pull ahead and get pulled back, but I keep struggling/
Son, I feel like I couldn’t catch a break beat juggling/
Still I reach upward and on, and proceed trudging along/
As I lead these brothers in arms, to achieve what’s in our hearts/
But the scene’s shrugging us off, so…
I just remember that every dream comes with a scar when I see something I want/
When it seems nothing is wrong, well – I gotta keep telling myself to stop/
Waiting for the other foot to drop/
Live in the moment, sit on the throne and just take a look from the top/
It’s a whole other perspective to see the good that you got/
Now, if it’s an omen, quit with the moaning! Don’t let it push you to flop/
That’s like being spooked at the doc since you was a baby, still shook from the shot/
Don’t imagine a tragic end to the book, when there’s not/
You gotta try to rewrite inspite of how crooked the plot.

Verse:3
Now, when you go this long uphill, you lose the will to climb it/
So, I wrote this song to remind me of the silver lining/
In a world this wrong, gotta carry a sword that’s strong/
And slice ‘em all with smiles, y’all – I fight ‘em as I kill with kindness/
Nobody wants a Bitter Benny or a Debbie Downer/
Or a Sad Sam that be wrapping a wet blanket around them/
Keep a sunny disposition – Breathe Out/
Cause life has a way of stripping the paint off of your dream house. It’s simple./
Indeed these things seem to be easy to see/
But they easily flee your mind as you find repeated deceit/
Now, there’s reasons the weak of will never dream or believe/
Before they leap, they concede to defeat and agree to retreat/
Now, when fatigue has really got you by the balls/
Remember that if you really didn’t believe you’d succeed, then you wouldn’t have tried at all/
So, jump regardless of the consequence/
Cause even on the night of the apocalypse, everybody’s an optimist.

Bridge
No matter how hard it seems.
There’s always someone in another position.

So, when it rains, just hold on.
When it’s gray, just hold on.
When there’s pain, just hold on.
When it rains.

And when it rains, think dry skies.
When it’s gray, think bright lights.
When there’s pain, just smile, smile.
When it rains.

Verse:4
I know it seems everyday is a struggle to keep yourself outta trouble/
This modern jungle is jumbled with muddled puzzles to stump you/
And snipers gunning to stumble you, like you’ve been hunted/
Dude, how the hell are you telling us ‘Life is wonderful’?/
Some of you have come to conclusions/assumptions, But nothing as true or stunning/
That misery becomes something that’s comfortable/
Trumping the will to shun it. Run from it if you’re stuck in a rut or two/
So, I figured I’d drum up something I could hum to you.
(Like this).

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my lady.. fan write-up.

(Verse 1)
so regal, beautiful
too bad I'll never see the funeral
and even through the doom and gloom
as soon as the moon can be viewed in full i saw a star in the heavens
i knew it was you, my anxiety is through the roof..
can’t deny the irrefutable truth
that i’m alive in lieu with you
and in the silence of your tomb i hear your cries as you’re consumed
your spirit ride illuming under the twenty thousand hues of blue
(fade out..)

(zoom in..)
i felt your heart as i grew in your womb
the constant basis ? the tune i drew from you
like still lights but still born with room to move
i used the pursuit of my roots i would later be groomed to lose..
last june i tattooed this date and numerals under my chin
the last place ever touched by your skin
‘cause something within me loves to pretend that you my mother again
though i barely remember you tucking me in
there’s a constant nagging, my subconscious acting up
thoughts that’s drawn from the past, constant racking of pots and pans
up in the kitchen cooking
mom and dad arguing again, saw your chance so i guess you took it..
you had the heart to mask the strongest hands that God could grant a woman
carried a turn but never saw the man your son is..
sometimes i can’t confront it, i’m asking what i’d give to be you
but as dawn advances i bid you adieu.. My..


my lady..

(i know you can still hear me..
Ma you’ve done a lot..
i met this beautiful.. beautiful woman..
she reminds me of you..)

(Verse 2)
so radiant, vibrant
hazel tint in her eyes, and the way that her skin shines is
like a phoenix rising, even i could be surprised if we entwine
i feel the climate reach its highest peaks when she’s beside me
but we got deeper ties than physical needs, desires
typically we aspire to dream and climb the steepest heights that we can find
and better, redefine the cheapened lines we seek and find
and there’s a reason to bond together
though sometimes i tell some teeny lies to feed her pride and sleep between her thighs
my piece of mind is reached if i can keep a smile on
and if the seas are wild then she’s an island
complete with whitened beach to greet the tide in
or retreat to hideaway, you can flee to dryness
a peaceful night beneath the skies so we can speak in private
on the waterfall an easy ride, nobody speaking either
she reminds me of you in some ways, it’s like they redesigned her
flinging rocks off the eastern side to watch them sink in silence
i take a knee for Her Highness, her mere presence a gift to me
i kiss a ring of diamonds, take pride in the queen my bride is
her ? and my keep beside it
and she’s decided in her sneaky slyness she’d conceive a titan
and i’m uneasy, i can feel the heightened fear inside
as tears arrive her fingers guide to me to this breathing child that’s lying beneath her nightie
she don’t have the slightest idea what tonight is, i hear the singing sirens
i bid her adieu as she and i collide.. its My..

my lady..