i wrote this shit a long time ago, like a year after covid. it was the first song i did on my laptop that is now starting to show its age. i was honestly coming to grips with the fact that some things are forever altered now at a family/social level just based on indoctrination and fallacy. ah well.......the song is fire tho thats what matters. music will outlive us all. what have u created that can live forever??

Lyrics

Lost money lost time wasted emotion
Thought lust was love from a place of devotion
my reflection now I witness yo face in the ocean
Overdosing on convulsions
Suspended in motion
Please help me
Free me from this prison that u froze me in
Lied and said it’s cozy in-
-side of love every complex, Napoleon
We just want the upper hand
Can’t be the custodian
Sweeping up the pieces
u dropping from underneath us when at yo weakest/
I just file and keep it for when u really need it/
Since the garden of eden I been fighting yo demons
All the lifetimes and seasons human beings so menial don’t listen to reason/
Im officially leaving
See these synonyms and homonyms
I bonded them
Linked them
Promised them
Musical accomplishments
Grammy nominated the sponsorships
All kinna shit
I ain’t even done the minor shit
Sittin here
Next year my pippen year
Feeling like I missed a year
2020 tried to violate me I can’t switch careers
I see the parallel trajectories of different peers
They say if god was real he would just interfere
Like he just really chillin lookin at us livin here
He got the power to make every problem disappear
Feeling like my brain be lookin into shit I shouldn’t peer (yeah)

I be sittin in the outside
Lookin at the inside
Thinkin that’s it’s bout time
(Should I go back)
Then I’m sittin in the inside
Wishing I was outside
Then I heard a shout like
(Do u smoke crack)

I’m posted on the pinnacle it’s glistening
I told myself at 16
nigga if we get another 16
We deserve a million dollar listing
Tesla leave lights like a slipstream
I’m only in the chapel if it’s cistine
Only hit the pussy if it’s pristine
cant just be comfortable existing
She gotta be miss thing
I mean pageantry enlisting
Beauty off instinct
Totally in sync//
with how men think
And don’t put too much stock in what yo friends think
I’m stepping off of sins brink
I been making ends meet
Tryina whip a 10 speed
The Porsche from Penske
My daughter is gorgeous
My woman is corporate
My mama convinced me that my family against me
I can’t keep fronting like that shit don’t incense me
Depression tryina bully my psyche I’m still resisting
Still tryina figure the meaning of my existence
How come when I close my eyes I see eclipses
Solar and lunar and partial for the mischief
Well educated never skated thru no Princeton
(Bitch)