take a deep breath calm down maybe feel it out
remember people love ya and remember some people suck, now.
and i ain’t any better, I ain’t even cool.
but i’ve learned a few things that get me in and out quick and smooth.

blooj of few trades. don’t hate my roomate.
the feelling ain’t mutual cuz i’m a lot to deal with.
ain’t the hardest worker and i ain’t in the greatest shape
some girls still like to flirt but this covid shit don’t help my game.

might start a podcast with my bozny buddy vedran
or we’ll just talk about it while we drink til a red dawn
gettin older gettin’ calloussed take that deep breath
hate when someone done me dirty, or when I fuck up, my damn self.

at work. at home. with friends. or alone.
anyone can change for the better if they chose.
and like a damn smile, ain’t worth shit, except for those ISO
ill give a mile, take an inch, bob and weave, i’m out the door.
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hit me up, check me out, don’t try and come at me bro
i’m a sad outta shape boi who likes hiphop and shit that’s retro.
i’m tryin’ real hard not to yuck folks’ yums.
but sometimes I kinda suck, kick myself in the gums.

with these good for nothin’ big clunky steel toed boots
baby stepped my way into this life that I did choose.
my music is tack. my style is whack. i’m charming at best.
but i won’t pretend to be, so man give it a rest.

IOWA. COUNTRYSIDE. whittemore pits.
grew up in a town that could fit in your fist.
i’m joshin’ but there weren’t many I didn’t know.
and for better or for worse it made me the man who’s talkin’ now.

bleu as in cheese. and in collar. and in the feels.
my dad tried to name me jack daniels, but to no avail.
and one day my buddy Al said, you should call yourself, “Bleujack.”
so I checked googled that shit, then i planted my flag in the grass.

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I don’t aim to start no shit
let’s just cheers, fist bump, and get a grip.
love your friends and try and love yourself.
believe in more than shit you can pawn, and shit that you can sell…
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sometimes i try and grow up. sometimes i just try to try.
sometimes i cut myself the perfect slice of humble pie.
with rhymes i can ignore it. with rhymes i can kinda focus.
with rhymes i can speak on things visited before this.

bein’ honest ain’t the only thing that gives someone their worth,
but to be honest i won’t let ya in if I think i’m gettin’ worked.
let’s float right down a river let’s hangout at the beach
in the midwest that means snappin turtles, gravel, that means creeks.

We got some spots to brag about, but it won’t leave you open mouthed.
cuz we know you’ll get a b’n’b and fuck the quiet out.
the devil don’t hang out near bright signs and taxi cabs.
he’s in a tin foil hat and he ain’t promisin’ some waxy dabs

story and kossuth, and polk and linn.
north dakota too, helped stearin the wind.
never lived on a coast, or in the mountains.
but all the things i love here, i still find myself countin.

some mornings I catch a glance of the man in the mirror
he don’t stack up to much, but he’s tryin’ to be better.
despite me gettin’ weathered like a old man soon,
I’ll still be screamin’ into microphones and hangin’ with my dudes.

nothin’ like some country shit, playin’ in the back.
reminds me of warther weather, reminds me of some grass.
all kicked back, maybe starin at the clouds.
maybe smellin’ folk’s grillin’, neighbors actin’ all proud.

well we’re all too fuckin’ good at fuckin’ pushin folks away.
speaking in all caps and sendin hate out everyday.
i wish I could learn to take my own advice.
shut my fuckin’ trap. ’n just listen for the sake of christ.

I’ll get down of this soap box just as soon as things are calm.
i’ll sit down in the grass, hear you out, maybe spark a bong.
but for now i’m still anxious - cautious, livin in the underground.
cherishin’ my friends cuz they won’t always be around.