--- **[Spoken Word Advertisement]** Beep, beep, ding—what's the morning bring? Alright, Bob, good day bent on that zing. Neil's throat sore, pop a joke, Jack's attack. Bobby's throwing sass, Neil responds back. Now news breaks with Neil and Bob on air, Running plans as Dik the Dog declares. Equal distribution of joy, reduce the strain, A plan to cut depression, anxiety's chain. Dry humor for the dry hearts in cell blocks, A hotdog for every bun, ticking all clocks. Bob, let's move with beats that go deeper, Lyrics that float though the meaning steeper. **[Verse 1]** Was it last week, or future at our feet? Story stands tall, lost balance, took a fall. October hit hard, rock solid yet bent, Memories of November, clever meth ascent. Games of fun turn dark, lines get blurred, Reflecting on innocence, once assured. End of December, put chaos in the blender, Arm stronger with ropes, life's tender. Highs and lows in constant motion, Balancing positions, transitions in notion. Adopting hopes and realities untold, In summer dreams, future unfolds. On light's edge, do paths intersect? Curving space with time, searching for respect. Past reflections in blenders of the mind, Running deeper, truths hard to find. **[Bridge]** Knowing my ABCs, got a solid D+, High-grade escapades, no fuss. This isn’t a test; watch your step, Gather 'round, time to rep. **[Verse 2]** Yesterday’s tales or tomorrow’s dawn, Woke on the front lawn, life’s scenes drawn. Caught in echoes, fighting life’s wrath, Seeking redemption on twisted path.
