Ode to Frustration: Story of my Life

I got 99 problems and all of them bitches, I got 100 solutions and all of them songs
The one thing that never really changes is the music... until I had to face it
Interesting how it sounds so melodious when thumping in your ears
Until one day the music slaps you in the face and says face me bitch and suddenly no one cares
I hope one day to drown my sorrows in the  Chatta Hoochee River and alleviate all fears
This time it may be a little too loud even for my ears, and this time no one else hears
So imagine you sit in a crowded room and only you can hear your life screaming for help
And everyone else watches you cringe and onlookers proclaim that pressure is something you can't take
Meanwhile pressure bus pipes, but this ain't pressure. This is insanity. This is profanity. This is infidelity. This is blasphemy.
This time your mother in law may just put you in jail instead of bailing you out, if you fulfill the prophecy
Ironic that this is not what I expected as Dad made the prophecy once upon a time ago

Blurring out of existence 

Regardless of what I think he has half my genes and can still fit in my jeans
So I did fail at the game of life? I never got Married, I can't find my wife!
I left it all behind and it has lead straight to disaster? Maybe not this life.
Not everything thing that shines will be golden, don't let em fool you
I shout, I explain, I am brazen. Still life teaches lessons and this one is gonna school us.
I miss dreaming till your eyes are beaming and it wakes you up as I understand only time sits between my dreams and reality
I think this is a universal idea however this comes after that the blood sweat and tears of three years
The burning desire to take these three E-s and fly overseas and prosper
Someone shot me! Actually I shot myself. Now I need a doctor!
Calming down riots, standing in court rooms, working in my own sweat shop
Should life dictate for me that disaster looms and all rewards from these efforts must stop
I ask kindly for an opportunity to be Ken Sambury. Truthfully, this is me. Always busy.
I don't want grape juice! Orange, passion fruit, sour sup even. Give the grapes to the duck, I'd take lemonade
Make it extra sour so I can squeeze success into haterade punch and we would all drink to that
I have got some missions that nobody can see, so I ask you please, kindly, believe in me
Just for this moment, I will make the best of this opportunity as I refuse to see it coming
So I may just go crazy so that I would never have to look again and take the strain
Not my strain, but I can't stand that look. That look. The one you are giving me right now.
The one that says, If I only knew, actually If I only know I would change the past for a better future somehow
When in between a rock and a hard place, it will be difficult for the egg to turn into a bird and climb out
But it would be impossible for the egg to learn to fly.