im kinda like a biggie album
ready to die
but im still here
for some reason
not sure why
this place was never home to me
when im gone i wont miss it
the dead dont reminisce
the living forget the dead
Earth keeps spinning




Made in America

American white dudes
cool on a solo level
But when en mass
Can be quite annoying
And deadly

Playing homoerotic tricks
With each others dicks
Intoxicated hootin and hollerin
At nothing

Reminds me of tales of good ol boys
Sippin whisky in the south
But even tho my observations
Are backed by history

Once I submit this
They’ll get mad and try to dismiss me
Too afraid to face reality
They’d rather live in a fantasy
Called progress

They’d rather lynch a messenger
Than target the real problem
They’d rather call me racisit
But won’t admit the process that caused it
And you know they wont hit the streets
Like WE did
I feel its cuz they have something at stake

Its cool don’t hate yourself nigga
You don’t know any better
Its how you were raised