Took a catnap and ended passin' out off pain and passion
Drained for classes, painted madness on a plainly painted pasture
Painless bastards, couldn’t grasp how bein' strange can take you captive
Feel elastic to society's rules, I can’t imagine
Reality, these zombies make me Commy with my honesty
Instead of pollying, I spend most of my days ponderin’
On life, not economy, is somebody really on to me?
I'mma hostage B, the robber stopped talking and drew like Carnegie
Finally, it dawned on me, where the fuck am I to live at?
More mizzad than piss ants, and took stance to get back
I’m from a place where love ain’t love and bra ain’t bra
Petty fathers don’t even love they son, don’t love yo blood?
Dying over Blood or Cuz, because of what?
Ya dunks got scuffed, you puffin' on them dusted blunts
This life is just a clusterfuck of clustered fucks
These niggas done lost they soul, as cold as they come
I need guidance, think I’m sick of tryin’
Strict confinement, sick of lyin'
I think my spirit's dyin’
I heard a grounded soul got pounded on until his collar bone broke
Piled upon, blokes too busy recordin' it to dial the phone
Stomped until reposed and paramedics couldn't find a pulse
I asked why bystanders ain't help, he said, “that’s how it goes”
I lost my faith in humanity and some friends and peers
Rather chase they beer, instead of chase careers
Spit what I feel til every hair in my beard's covered in tears
We cohered, but they won’t hear just cause a big name isn’t there
My whole purpose was never clear
Felt more worthless than being deaf with ears
Blastin' Primal Fear, drinkin' Belvedere
Bitch, I smile at parties but I am rarely there
Is it me or should I permanently wear confetti gear?
Make you warm inside, you ain’t see the warning signs?
I can treat these whores like slime, and they would even form a line
And that shit is fortified, until I treat em sorta kind
Cause to them the biggest crime is just tryin' to explore they mind
I hate you and I love to, make me wanna cut you
Punch you in the stomach 'till your period is punctual
Shoulda kept [?], only a couple months due
And you all up in the club to find another fuck to fund you
Silly ass bitches, wimpy ass niggas
Hit the gas until you split the dash of a pretty ass pickup
I hate people cause y’all treat each other poor
I think I'll like you better in a morgue
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