Jose Angel Arroyo sits on an empty stage, with white light shining the microphone. Today is Friday, December 21st, 2019. He has been thinking his beginnings, his autism diagnoses, his time in school.
He also thought about his bad deeds, the times he got bullied at a young age and how it influenced him to be one as well, his failure towards his family, his hatred towards kids movies and series cause he wanted to be an adult, meaning, not living his life one day at a time, and his addiction to wrestling, most notably the WWE, at age five that almost made him uncontrollable and unstable.
And he was thinking about his moments where everything was down, he found a way to bounce back from the demons of his past and changed his life down upside. He remembers his love for Eminem and how his music motivates him, his desire to be a better being, his discovery of Puss in Boots and how it helped him, and most importantly, how his family and friends helped him be the man he is today. And he remembers Dulcinea, a white cat that her appearance on the series helped him be better because she can relate to him in many ways. Suddenly, a soft tune of her beautiful voice started singing, as Jose deep inside felt the need to express his feelings through the one thing he loves: music.
Jose gets up on a chair, takes a deep breath and grabs the mic. Once he does that, he sees countless versions of himself writing on a pen and paper sitting on various desks a story. All he could do now, instead of watching the fakes Jose, is sing.
[Chorus: Dulcinea Jose]
I walk on water
But I ain't no Jesus
I walk on water
But only when it freezes (Fuck)
[Verse 1: Jose]
Why are expectations so high? Is it the bar I set?
My arms, I stretch, but I can't reach
A far cry from it, or it's in my grasp, but as
Soon as I grab, squeeze
I lose my grip like the flying trapeze
Into the dark I plummet, now the sky's blackening
I know the mark's high, butter–
flies rip apart my stomach
Knowin' that no matter what bars I come with
You're gonna harp, gripe, and
That's a hard Vicodin to swallow,so I scrap these
As pressure increases like khakis
I feel the ice cracking, because—
[Chorus: Dulcinea Jose]
I walk on water
But I ain't no Jesus
(It's the curse of the— it's the curse of the—)
I walk on water (Shit)
But only when it freezes
Many writers, or fakes Jose, are struggling to find the right words of their sentences as they keep scraping ideas like trash.
[Verse 2: Jose]
It's the curse of the standard
That the first of the Mathers disc set
Always in search of the verse that I haven't spit yet
Will this step just be another misstep
To tarnish whatever the legacy, love or respect
I've garnered? The rhyme has to be perfect, the delivery flawless
And it always feels like I'm hittin' the mark
'Til I go sit in the car, listen and pick it apart
Like, "This shit is garbage!"
God's given me all this, still I feel no different regardless
Kids look to me as a god, this is retarded
If only they knew, it's a facade and it's exhaustive
And I try not to listen to nonsense
But if you bitches are tryin' to strip me of my confidence
Mission accomplished
I'm not God-sent, Nas, Rakim, 'Pac, B.I.G., James Todd Smith
And I'm not Prince, so…
[Chorus: Dulcinea Jose]
I walk on water
But I ain't no Jesus
I walk on water
(It's true, I'm a Rubik's— it's true—)
But only when it freezes
(It's true—)
[Post-Chorus: Dulcinea]
'Cause I'm only human, just like you
Making my mistakes, oh if you only knew
I don't think you should believe in me the way that you do
'Cause I'm terrified to let you down, oh
Jose suddenly, while singing, shifts his whole clothes, changing back in forth, as if each change represents the evolution of him, from a baby to a young man, to an abuser, to the man he is today.
[Verse 3: Jose]
It's true, I'm a Rubik's—a beautiful mess
At times juvenile, yes, I goof and I jest
A flawed human, I guess
But I'm doin' my best to not ruin your ex–
pectations and meet 'em, but first
The "Speedom" verse, now Zekiel
He's goin' too fast, is he gonna shout or curse out his mom?
There was a time I had the world by the balls, eatin' out my palm
Every story and song I was spazzin' the fuck out on
And now I'm gettin' clowned and frowned on
But the only one who's looking down on
Me that matters now's rednoS
Am I lucky to be around this long?
Begs the question though
Especially after the methadone
As yesterday fades and the Dresden home
Is burnt to the ground and all that's left of my house is lawn
The crowds are gone
And it's time to wash out the blonde
Sales decline,the curtain's drawn
They're closin' the set, I'm still pokin' my head from out behind
And everyone who has doubt, remind
Now take your best rhyme, outdo it, now do it a thousand times
Now let 'em tell ya the world no longer cares
Or gives a fuck about your rhymes
And as I grow outta sight, outta mind, I might go outta mine
'Cause how do I ever let this pen go without a fight
When I made a fuckin' tightrope outta twine?
But when I do fall from these heights though, I'll be fine
I won't pout or cry or spiral down or whine
But I'll decide if it's my final bow this time around, 'cause—
As the last chorus plays, Jose walks by Antarctica. He sees a mirror of himself frozen in ice, which made him shock until he realized that it was the evil inside him. Jose then unveiled something made of ice and reveals it was a shining statue of everything good he ever did in his life, which dropped him a tear of happiness and joy.
[Chorus: Dulcinea]
I walk on water
But I ain't no Jesus
I walk on water
But only when it freezes
The fakes Jose still keep trying to write sentences and continues to fail miserably.
[Post-Chorus: Dulcinea]
'Cause I'm only human, just like you
I've been making my mistakes, oh if you only knew
I don't think you should believe in me the way that you do
'Cause I'm terrified to let you down, oh
If I walked on water, I would drown
But one Jose wrote like a crazy and possed writer. Each words connecting to one another. He finished his work, and named it, The history of the Adventures of Puss in Boots, Dulcinea, and Jose Angel Arroyo Rivera. He put his signature, which symbolized his meaning if a true fan, Stan. He angrily gets up while other fakes keep trying to write, but it proves that none of them have the skills, guts, mind, and most importantly, his heart, to write something only the real Jose can do.
[Outro: Jose]
'Cause I'm just a man
But as long as I got a mic, I'm godlike
So me and you are not alike
Bitch, I wrote "Stan"
Walk on Water.
