Damn, today is grey
Nowadays that shit seems like my amazing grace
Rainin through the daylight drained in, I faced blockades
Wished with several pennies that turned to dollars just to take my place
On a list of sickly survivors, covered in dirt, engraved with angst
I’m great but thanks for compassion, not askin for it, make your ways
To cathedral doors, you’ll know what you need me for, praise my blanks
When I come for heads, I’m cuttin em off with razorblades and shanks
That are laced in my tongue, while it sprays this waste
How fun, I aim for taste, awe bud, behavior saves the soul so chase this flavor with an ungrateful
Dose of remediation hey, not done, hey not done
How do you receive this length of bait?
You can only catch em with a hook, so I have to say debate
Hey, it’s your deaths birthday so you’ll have to save the date
No category for me, likely story for my label mate
This singularity still apparently we can’t view the same
Web page blocked, restricted yet I see through the pane
Callin it a screen that won’t shift the shit out, soon I’ll change
Mumble my shit accordingly, then you’ll want more of me, I’m like you, LET’S BANG!
New breed, new style, un-annunciated madness
Dead fuck, dead child, a cum stain on a mattress
Too much of that loud, purses and designer fabrics
Watch the culture go down, only a few goose and mavericks
Sideways for attention, long ways for results
Don’t do it the wrong way, no room for any faults
Either kill your fuckin self or let my lyricism have the pleasure
Kill the spirit that will never build your merit, any measure
Of this freshmen class will pile up to zip
Amount to nothin, I’m out like a nip
Exposed and vulnerable I’m about to just RIP
Filled up and gassed out, your mouth full of shit
There ain’t no more shine left on these shoes
The sole is worn, why tread, only loose
Laced boots will track mud unless we can choose
To find a use for them old sneakers, did I get you confused
Sayin metaphors to single out the simple minded kids
This reminded me of when I stuck with sin and violence
It was pointless like the luxury of string less violins
Where’s the enjoyment in the music if I can’t get high on this?
I’m never gonna ever walk that mediocre sad and overrated
path you headed down just to make a buck or two
I don’t really give a fuck who you think that you impress,
but your impression of piece of shit is simply wonderful
That raw display of talent I just saw just made me fall behind
Why is money your only passion and have to capture it all online
Our hearts have been replaced by ugly wads of dollar signs
Rest in peace to poetry, the beating stopped, card declined