Wax - Shoulda Tried Harder (Live Music) | Sugarshack Sessions

The Evolution of a Slacker

Hey there, fellow wanderers of the cosmic waves! Today, let's dive into the sweet symphony of change, a melody that echoes through the ages. I know, I know – change is the only constant, right? But have you ever pondered the perplexity of transformation, the burstiness of evolution, and the unpredictability of your own journey?

Once upon a time, in the realm of slackerdom, I penned a tune that echoed the sentiments of those lazy, hazy days. "I've changed," I declared, a slacker in the process of shedding old skin. A bit cliche, you say? Well, bear with me, for this intro is a time capsule, a testament to the burstiness of life's rhythm.

Back then, I might have slacked on intros, but hey, life's too short for short intros, right? The beat goes on, and so does the evolution of self. So, let's crank up the volume and explore the symphony of change that I was, and still am.

If I Tried Harder...

Ever wondered what would happen if we cranked up the effort meter? If I had tried harder, oh, the seven seas might have been my playground. Picture me sailing through life, leaving a trail of ambition in my wake. But alas, life had other plans.

In the morning haze or the midnight daze, if you're hearing this, I'm probably sprawled on a cement floor somewhere, pondering the mysteries of existence. B and E explored a country, not just physically but mentally, wandering about the evening before, chasing time's elusive tail.

It's a familiar tale – while others grind in the studio, I'm channeling my inner flowby Iverson, more concerned with kickin' it than practicing a lot. Pot over practice, Craig over Benjamins – the saga of wasted free time. Ah, the roads not taken, the paths untraveled. What if I had given a bit more? What if I had tried harder?

High School Hives and SAT Adventures

Fast forward to the high school breeze, where trees were smoked, and bees (yes, the buzzing kind) were still part of the narrative. SATs brought hives, not from nervousness but probably from the buzzing bees. Oh, the irony of a slacker trying to navigate the academic jungle.

In the corporate landscape, I mirrored the ethos of "Office Space." Just enough effort to escape the dreaded firing, no more, no less. Peter and Jennifer Aniston could've been my office mates, adorned with minimal pieces of flair. Imagine the alternate reality where I, the rapper, had applied myself. A reality where I'm sipping a bubble beverage, sponsored by Dr. Pepper, on a television set discussing the finer things in life.

Conversations with Success (or Lack Thereof)

Now, let's take a detour into the star-studded realm of success. Michael Jordan, Mark Zuckerberg, Bill Gates, Jeff Bezos, Oprah Winfrey – I'm not talking to any of you. Not until I reach that pinnacle. Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson, Magic Johnson, and even the company Johnson and Johnson – sorry, folks, not on my wavelength. Band-Aids for crises? Nah, I'm aiming for something bigger.

As I navigate the intricate dance of life, playing my own version of basketball – admittedly not that good – I'm going through my thing. The path I tread, unpredictable as ever, unfolds like a cosmic script written by an intoxicated bard.

Conclusion: Here I Am, Not That Different

In the grand theater of existence, here I am – not a star, not a slacker, but a symphony of both. The journey, filled with perplexity and burstiness, has molded me into a unique composition. So, as the applause fades, and the echoes of Sugar Shack linger, let's revel in the unpredictability of it all. Life – a composition that only makes sense when you dance to your own beat. Cheers to the journey, the highs, the lows, and the unpredictable crescendo of change!