Waking up and getting official schlock

Where has my style gone all my unique flavour
What made me chill with the moods I savour
It's just been such a rush of task lists of stuff to do
Lost some sense of what was my free-spirit true

Now walking through the forest along riverside
It's not a sunset beach but I get I'll just abide
Figuring what I used to be and wanting it again
Hard to come by when scattered from all my friends

Clinging to my past carefree ways lacking worry
Now I'm stuck in this never sleeping city in a hurry
Not wandering the streets developing my artist's eye
Places of childhood and teen years passed on by

Reggae ska concerts and late nights sitting by the sea
Chilling and sitting at illegal beach fire sharing dreams
Singing and dancing in the moonlight and falling in love
It's so much more complicated when push comes to shove

People falling apart, engaged, jobs elsewhere or pregnant too
Can't go back to riding bikes and drinking, doing what we do
Rushing through the forests recklessly on top of the world
Sheer exhilaration and imagination mile high with the birds

My family at the concert scene, my family at home
When I walk around in my hometown I'm never alone
Running into face I ain't seen in ages everywhere I look
Now trying to reminisce and leaving messages on Facebook

Consequences and responsibilities catching up with me
Yet if I'm in my zone I'm again for a few hours set free
Freed by music and freed by art that freed my soul
Part of me keeps on grooving impossible to catch and hold

A rebel with only a cause to find stories from too much fun
Now sitting in a bathrobe feeling put out to pasture and done
Not trying to sound pathetic but somehow knew being an artist
Wasn't a steady paycheque with 9-5 hours taking all the risks

And it's worth every second of it finding original style
Making it all the worth every failure in everything worthwhile
Remember dreams led me here for training, all that official schlock
I wouldn't have gotten it if I was hanging out at the end of the dock

Just gonna pull it altogether show 'em up my roots
Shout out pride how west coast style funk original ta'boot