Pittock

[HOOK X 2 - Miles Powers]
Think I’ve seen a pattern by now, I drink I scream I’m mad at myself
Blink and those I care for shift around me, drifting dissipating from my cloud
Home is where the mic is, that’s truth, man I only care for my kin, that’s few
Vanish just to manage manic always, damned if I can’t handle what I do

[VERSE 1 - PC Pete]
Man how my city chill, up on Pittock we lit off of fifty pills, whippin’ it
Hoping I’ll die in a fiery flameout to heaven, a pyre to sinners killed, life gets intimate
Moments of bliss like epiphanies, twist out of fate like a Dylan writ, kisses get venomous
Wishes of luck, baby thanks for the sentiment, tenement sediment, sift through my memory

Bright light loud sound pray, night sight hound howl day
Days blind, stays high, staves lows, lows know life don’t stay
Bright light loud sound pray, night sight hound howl day
Days blind, stays high, staves lows, lows know life don’t stay

[VERSE 2 - Miles Powers]
Can’t leave, when I’m in it I’m in it, far from the start but I’m not at the finish, my art see no limit
I’m lost in the imagery, mimic these symmetries, I found my God in a sentence
Tenets of livin’ well, live for self, (give himself all to his art askin’ did it sell?)
But life ain’t no wishin’ well, wish you well, (but life ain’t no wishin’ well, wish you well)

Lookin’ forward to the heights that I never reached, heaven leaves time, rewind what could never be
I can see yonder, aim longer, thank god I been signed to myself, I’m pacing, I’ll win it like a tortoise
Find me in the shade, I’ll be swimming in the water, livin’ in the age of the independent artist
(Find me in the shade, I’ll be swimming in the water, livin’ in the age of the independent artist)

Bright light loud sound pray, lights out mind wide wake
Take flight! Hang tight, hang tight, daylight when I break
Bright light loud sound pray, lights out mind wide wake
Take flight! Hang tight, hang tight, daylight when I break

[HOOK X 2 - Miles Powers]

[VERSE 3 - Chris Wright]
I put the “r u” in running, the answer is yes
Half of the forty I had with my lunch ended up spilled on my desk
I start to feel like I’m vinyl, stuck in a cycle, it always start when I’m pressed
I built a doorway I couldn’t walk through, always in fear of what’s next

I don’t look inside the mirror no more, I’m judgmental, all the shit I used to care about
Is too complicated, need something simple, purgatory really sentimental
Never learning how to swim out what I’ve sunken into, couch cushions
I’m dousing myself, doubting myself, why it feel like this all I’m meant for?

I’m not meant for this life, I’m not really meant to live at all
If my brain had its way I would’ve ended all of my shit eight years ago
Should’ve rode off on that bike, should’ve not picked up that call
Now I swear every month or two I’m right back in it, I can’t let it go, please let it go

[OUTRO X 2 - Chris Wright]
I know, I’m not here for you, (I’m not here at all, I’m not here at all)
I know, I’m not there for you, (I’m not there at all, I’m not there at all)