Feel Alright - Spose, Kristina Kentigian

It’s been five years since I wore a name tag

Quit my day job in 2010 and never came back

Stayed since I entered, I never hit the exit

Keep moving like my mom, hiding from her exes

I just played like three shows in Texas

Sold it out in Austin, put the homies on the guest list

I’m in the van in Oklahoma bumping T. I

Rolling trees on my diploma on my Levi’s

I saw behind the curtain

So I know my window’s smaller than vagina on a virgin

But I’m trying to be happy when my visitor’s gone

Even though my day’s numbered like a prisoner’s arm

I’m tryna

I’m just trying to feel alright, alright

If smiling is lame, I wanna be lame

If I gotta pick a location, it’s gotta be Maine

If I get something with this beard, it’s gotta be brain

Dropped my first record when radio’s a lot of T-Pain

I’m playing 21 in San Diego but I’m 29

Chadd won, Jay came in second, good thing I can rhyme (San Diego)

Teddy sent the beat without the tags on it (They know)

Built trust like a snowman, put the hat on it

I been me since cats had on Fubu

Classes skipped like ads on YouTube

Never got my degree, but I can turn the heat up

It’s too much sun to let the cold world beat us

I’m just trying to feel alright, alright

I wanna be rich, I wanna be liked

I wanna be dope, I been wrong, I wanna be right

But if I can’t be none of that, then lastly

The one thing I really wanna be is happy (Tryna be sad?)

People live their whole life in the rat race

Fast paced, never get the cheese, come in last place

(Hamsters) So get to asking around

I got the blessings counted like a basket after the foul (And one)

I was the cook who melted the cheese

On your burger, but I’m educated, healthy and free

You never heard of anybody quite as honest as me

Who rock a mic when they open till they tell you to leave

Let’s go

I’m just trying to feel alright, alright

(On a world tour, we can knock on every door

Grab the rich and the poor, we can make 'em feel alright

We can make 'em feel alright, we’ll make 'em, make 'em, make 'em feel alright,

we’ll make 'em feel alright)

I’m just trying to feel alright, alright

(We can find a way to feel alright)

Yo, here’s a moment that I replayed through

I was in the kitchen, politicking, kicking it with DJ Rew

One of his best friends just died in a fire

And he was going through divorce so I asked him how he smiled

He turned the faucet on and then he looked at me, crookedly

«I understood that if I’m sad, I shouldn’t be»

It made me wanna go buy a guitar, run and play the drums

Let the bass man have some fun

Bass man, talk to 'em

I’m just tryna feel alright, alright

Everyone was running, tripping over debris, maybe a body, definitely debris

Sprinting, gasping, parents holding their kids, shielding their eyes, you know

All their kids running, parents eyes just widened by, y’know, in terror

And I was running too, just because everybody else was running

I mean, it’s irrefutable, like if everybody’s running, they must have a good

reason, right?

So I was running, and running and running, and stepped on an iPhone,

rechecking the cracked face

And it wasn’t dead yet, it was still on, and it comforted me to see the glow,

it’s face shown

A picture, two pictures actually, you know, different women wearing the same

dress

Who wore it better?

And running, and running and running and running

And glass, and sirens, yelling, crying

And finally I fell, I skidded across the sidewalk

And um, I looked back, mainly just to avoid any stampede

Or, you know, getting crushed

Most everyone else was running through the street, weaving between the

abandoned cars, and the cars were just still, empty

Like overgrown, metal bug carcasses

Like that REM video

And I looked back from where we came, and I saw it

I saw what we were running from

And I guess I wasn’t surprised

It was shapeless, and huge and scary

And it had no form

It was frightening, really, um, it was the truth