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
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
No job
The days drag on and on
No money
Corporate employers banned me
Reminiscing when life was ideal
Before it lost its zeal
I saw my future
Reflected to me in the form
Of single, middle aged men
Standing still while
Revolutions spin around us
To have the ability
To see a bug
Scampering across your territory
And to not immediately think
Kill
Is how you’ll know you made it
Grief
Its primary mode of production
A gift given
By Death
To Life
For better or for worse
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