[Intro: Khary Durgans]
Measure of a man
Measure of a man isn't centimeters or inches
Yeah

[Verse 1: Khary Durgans]
The measure of a man isn't centimeters or inches
The coming up short be the end of my life sentence
My life's finnish
For every win, you'll probably lose a few
You gotta prove, but to who?
Is the greatest a rubik's cube?
Where will I wind up?
Colors all lined up
Tryna get my feet straight, caught in a web in Midah
And my luck is running out though
Find a good friend in myself, I live without those
Not exactly, but you know the distance you make
When the lamest motherfucker in the room is saying you fake
Like am I really?
You must not seen, I lost it all, can you forgive me?
It's no biggie
Do you want the small room that I am renting?
Do you want to sleep next to your mother crying on the floor because the movers sent the bed
Telling you she feels like a failure, on the night before you're evicting
My crew and summer wasn't presented by Kanye, or featured 2 chains
It was true pain
My homie Jason held me down though
I should've helped him with his rent, but I was buying clothes
Uh, silly efforts from me to feel normal
But when you hit rock bottom, use those stones to carve a journal
What's love? Can you define it?
But when you mention the past I'll be reminded
[Chorus: Smithsoneon]
Don't let me forget that I fell for you
Don't let me forget that I need you here
'Cause when the tides rise high
Everybody needs a few anchors by their side
Fresh was the heart
Fresh was the mind
So I sound your soul and I might find
[x2]

[Verse 2: Khary Durgans]
I try to count all my blessings before I count all my problems
Deposit them at the bank, but my insecurities robbed them
I've seen more colors than the hair of Dennis Rodman
Black and white's the only ones we ever seem involved in
Living like lost penguins, afraid to fly away
Or maybe we don't know how, how far we are astray
Ungodly you will be slayed
Can't even smell the bouquet
When the flowers bloomin' in May
'Cause you let them ruin your day
You got me writing, writing love notes
I miss you, I miss you
I probably should've kissed you when you looked me in my eyes
Instead of blaming women for the feelings that we hide
We should focus on honey, you'll find more bees at the hive
Tryna keep it live when my feelings aren't working
If I focused on music like these bitches that don't deserve me
I would have more fans, less plans, and more working
A mansion and my dream car before my mid-30s
I bought my favorite rapper's CD
They call it voting
Like fuck a president, and fuck the present tense
Fuck the irrelevant, fuck all these rappers that think that's all that they represent
And fuck a preacher who thinks that we're only heaven-sent
Message in a bottle
Text message bravado from a girl ready to swallow
Caught up in your existence, I admit it wasn't smart
But don't we fall in love with things that commonly break our hearts?
[Chorus: Smithsoneon]
Don't let me forget that I fell for you
Don't let me forget that I need you here
'Cause when the tides rise high
Everybody needs a few anchors by their side
Fresh was the heart
Fresh was the mind
So I sound your soul and I might find
[x2]

Don't let me forget that I fell for you
(I love you)
And I need you
(I need you)
When the tides rise high
Everybody needs a few anchors, a few anchors

[Outro: Khary Durgans]
This world is full of love, and this world is full of anchors
The things that hold you down, and the things that hold you back
The difference between that sea, and simply being on dock
Is enough to scratch the skin, even the pressure points a spark
Spooky is the way, of the world that never stops
Atlas must have resent, not able to touch his cock
So looking at black holes, must be like black hoes to him
Attracted to the unknown, am I stoned again?
Damn, my mother lost her home
So for the summer of 2012, I probably roam
The couches are my friends, it's hard to make amends
When your life always seems to pay you back before you sin
If I'm running, will I catch up? Will it let up?
My pain has my soul anchored down on a stretcher
Heath Ledger
Is it all a joke, and am I better off in a hotel overdosed on
Love, will you be my anchor?