I'll Take You on the bus ride there
The Pony Swag Megamix back in rough night air
A blind bag in my pocket, need to up my share
In Hasbro for the show's sake, I love my mares and

I'm sixteen, as yet unknown for the sixteens
In high school, I'm counting down the days til I get free
Excepting Saturdays, when I'm watching through S3
Then family told me I need therapy and my chest squeeze

Such words often bespoke an awful advance:
They saw me as the plot of the joke and not of the land
But something grows here, they don't offer a glance
When making marks that can last is at the heart of my clan

How it seizes you (uh) creating over many days -
Want it, need it, later you hate it and make it anyway
S'how it goes - now I'm 20 and I'm listless
Over liking shows or spending money on my interests

Couldn't MC after MMC
But it was almost foundational, SGP
My roommate brought me back to it, watch three sea-
sons and loving each one and then he leaves, okay

21, now my college days are over with
Sitting in apartments alone is kind of sobering
I make stuff, attain fame under a post trip:
Ditherer, rap a small fire like if Smoulder spit

Each day escaped, one by one nights passed
And this continued as the ponies came to bump my tracks
And then occasionally I'd leave, later come right back
A finger up, warning them this one's among my last

They don't believe me. I don't either - I mean, hey,
I'm flooding like Memebase in '11 or Freewave
And not a NotACleverPony, though I don't mean hate
Cus lately I been dreaming people'd all call me 'she' - Wait.

(Damn it.)

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24 for now, waiting for Autumn like a Ditzy is, but
Where'm I gonna be after I pull another fifty six?
Not making pone songs, yeah, but what's the cutoff
On one-offs for background ponies I work my butt off

I'm not OP, but still I gotta know where the threads is
A dressmaker lurking by the renegade setlists
It won't last, and I tentatively accept this
I sense this is representative of the census

Of ponyfolk, least all of the ones who've been around some
Choices are us forging a path and leave the sounds up
Or wax evasive, rap the tapes, ignoring time
Crack V8s and watch G8 in '49

And we're immortalized - that is, we're archived
My heart lies beating in the depths of your hard drives
In hard times, kinda wish I'd played the guitar, eyes
Above, trot a path by the light of the star signs

And so it goes: in the vein of creator stories
Mixing all that sappy stuff in between the tornado warnings
And even if our cons melt into the consensus
There'll always be a couple pony ears in attendance

It's endless, their irons spending months in the fire
And only catch up on my good fics once I'm retired
Made a bridge series from the older to the newer Dith
So if I'm not fly, you can catch me pulling scooter tricks,

Due to quit, yet I'm still riding, tryna humor this
The horse in my blood has probably got something do with it
Normal rappers staring at me like I've got two heads
And then put a verse up, it get worse, you bet

And it's another twelve comments as a token of love, thanks
The day-to-day'll often keep a pone in a rough place,
Quit saying "too late" and just go for it, son, ace
221: a book-open-and-shut case