Worry bout this and you worry bout that
What the f*ck went wrong when you looking at your past
Looking at your last bitch
Like that was fantastic
Looking at your kid like I wish I ain't had it
Damn. That's tragic
You reek sadness
Whole weeks passing
You act like you're stranded
You act like you can't cope with being outlandish
Even though you do it so much I can't stand it
Enough of your problems the wise couldn't handle
Bitch. I know my limits
I know why Im standing
Snorted philosophers stones from the mantle of earth That's science for your ass
Take advantage
Im a theif of desire
Constantly silent
Caught up in diving
Straight into the "why me?"
Society's testing All we do is guess it
Life is not something the lucky are left with
Watched my dad run from his problems and catch him
Proceed to neglect what was right at his heels
I don't know who keeps up with turning these wheels
No engine to measure this mass of appeal
No motor to match up the sliver of skill it would take to create then back off, and give will
Whatever else out there that's consciously driven
Are Animals that live in Civilized rhythms
The same goes for sapiens stuck on our signals
Our frequency hinders the lapse of our vision
To see past ignorant politic decisions
Illicit economy's
Hormonal children
Human pollution
The Slaves, and the Killing
Its all on a line that just keeps getting thinner
These mental diseases make bones and rape dinner
Aint Nobodys satisfied with what is in em
If you do what you do
Then you can't complain
Remember your journeys
Don't forget the name
That was given to you, as well as your number
And know that death is much more vivid than slumber
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Worry bout this and you worry bout that
What the f*ck went wrong when you looking at your past
Looking at your last bitch
Like that was fantastic
Looking at your kid like I wish I ain't had it
Damn. That's tragic
You reek sadness
Whole weeks passing
You act like you're stranded
You act like you can't cope with being outlandish
Even though you do it so much I can't stand it
Enough of your problems the wise couldn't handle
Bitch. I know my limits
I know why Im standing
Snorted philosophers stones from the mantle of earth That's science for your ass
Take advantage
Im a theif of desire
Constantly silent
Caught up in diving
Straight into the "why me?"
Society's testing All we do is guess it
Life is not something the lucky are left with
Watched my dad run from his problems and catch him
Proceed to neglect what was right at his heels
I don't know who keeps up with turning these wheels
No engine to measure this mass of appeal
No motor to match up the sliver of skill it would take to create then back off, and give will
Whatever else out there that's consciously driven
Are Animals that live in Civilized rhythms
The same goes for sapiens stuck on our signals
Our frequency hinders the lapse of our vision
To see past ignorant politic decisions
Illicit economy's
Hormonal children
Human pollution
The Slaves, and the Killing
Its all on a line that just keeps getting thinner
These mental diseases make bones and rape dinner
Aint Nobodys satisfied with what is in em
If you do what you do
Then you can't complain
Remember your journeys
Don't forget the name
That was given to you, as well as your number
And know that death is much more vivid than slumber
What the f*ck went wrong when you looking at your past
Looking at your last bitch
Like that was fantastic
Looking at your kid like I wish I ain't had it
Damn. That's tragic
You reek sadness
Whole weeks passing
You act like you're stranded
You act like you can't cope with being outlandish
Even though you do it so much I can't stand it
Enough of your problems the wise couldn't handle
Bitch. I know my limits
I know why Im standing
Snorted philosophers stones from the mantle of earth That's science for your ass
Take advantage
Im a theif of desire
Constantly silent
Caught up in diving
Straight into the "why me?"
Society's testing All we do is guess it
Life is not something the lucky are left with
Watched my dad run from his problems and catch him
Proceed to neglect what was right at his heels
I don't know who keeps up with turning these wheels
No engine to measure this mass of appeal
No motor to match up the sliver of skill it would take to create then back off, and give will
Whatever else out there that's consciously driven
Are Animals that live in Civilized rhythms
The same goes for sapiens stuck on our signals
Our frequency hinders the lapse of our vision
To see past ignorant politic decisions
Illicit economy's
Hormonal children
Human pollution
The Slaves, and the Killing
Its all on a line that just keeps getting thinner
These mental diseases make bones and rape dinner
Aint Nobodys satisfied with what is in em
If you do what you do
Then you can't complain
Remember your journeys
Don't forget the name
That was given to you, as well as your number
And know that death is much more vivid than slumber
Writer: Raymond Keeler
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