1. |
player number one!
00:24
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2. |
gba.
02:30
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[CHORUS]
Concerningly uncertain,
Feeding the world serpent
It's not for you whom the world turns for
[VERSE 1]
You can't wash your hands of this.
Atlas couldn't handle the weight of my secrets
Never spoken, but you don't know I've told you so many times before
Through flinching, the wincing at nothing
Overprotective instincts
A shadow cannot exist in the dark, and so I dwell in it
A scream for help can't be heard during war, so why yell for it?
[CHORUS]
[VERSE 2]
Run it.
At a food truck, chatting with Zarathustra with his sick sense of humor
He said, "if God is dead, then we've all been crashing his funeral.
Every day, we've been robbing his grave,
I guess his body fertilized the hyacinths."
If you ask them, all children born in the hood are sacrificial lambs so peace would still be sacrilege
You can't wash your hands of this
There are no answers
Here, theft is a crime of passion
We move work on the sabbath here, nigga.
[CHORUS]
[VERSE 3]
I had a stuffed tiger I told all my secrets
I knew it couldn't hear me, so when I talked, I could mean it
It's ironic how many ways we related
You see, it couldn't tell me no, either
They blamed themselves for the suicide, I told them, "don't beat yourself up, it was a team effort."
Cries for help drowned out by team Edward, or something just as inconsequential
the streets thirst for blood ain't quenchable
in the eyes of the law, all negroes are identical
The ego is untenable
So when I asked for help, all my problems were unamendable
Brushed off like an ad, or a gnat
I'm just a kid, all that matters is i don't press your buttons
So I'm playing niggas like a gba
You couldn't see them old screens in the dark
And you couldn't see me
So don't need nobody's approval for me to feel stable
No link cables
[CHORUS]
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3. |
talent show.
04:34
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[CHORUS]
Can't we talk?
I learned how to play your favorite song
I hate it when you're here but I'm too young to make it on my own
And I'm afraid of what will happen when you're gone
So I learned your favorite song, it goes...
[INTRO]
Okay.
Thin line between help and harm
Years short, but the seconds long
I can’t help that I get attached
You lose things and can’t get them back
Thin line between help and harm
Years short, but the seconds long
I can’t help that I get attached
You lose things and can’t get them back
You lose-
[VERSE 1]
Make my birth name feel like a slave name, it rolls off the tongue wrong
Fuck it, just call me Decuma
Told him she touched me, he laughed like, "you getting lucky, I wish I were you"
The difference is that he wishes it
In fact I heard he starts bitching if he hasn't slid it in by minute sixty
His ex girlfriend exclaims, "he hit me!"
You'd think she'd get where I'm coming from when no one takes you seriously
But she touched me and said, "if you speak up, imma scream"
I suppose it's just a black man thing
Its a different set of laws for niggas
He's giving black eyes cause of blue balls and he's free to walk
Meanwhile I get in trouble when I say that I'm being stalked
You made my birth name feel like a slave name, but
[CHORUS]
[VERSE 2]
I think they love to fetishize me cause adults love to see sharp minors like Chopin
Growing smokescreen, your dreams blow away and they fall flat
Before he grabs the pole and puts on a percussion concierto, march you to your funeral all quick like
My biggest dream is to die in my sleep instead of violently
And I was told I set the bar too high
Just tap dancing for the crackers hoping I don’t die
You told me men were purely sexual creatures, I tensed up and felt I had a fever
My heartbeat could shake the ether, my anger could drown a god
My anger gone get me killed, you feel me?
It comes out as a joke, that’s the only way that you hear me
I felt I was a product to be consumed
A jester in front of a tyrant, knowing he’s fighting for life, and if he stops entertaining, he knows he’ll by dying soon
The police driving down I-95 in 25, murder in the eyes, so
[CHORUS]
[VERSE 3]
I tried to scrub until I didn't feel dirty;
My skin peeled
Then the blood felt exalting, at least the skin heals
Tell me why doesn’t god love me the way that god made me?
Tell me, how do I love myself when you tell me god hates me?
Trauma turned my dualist, if I told myself I wasn’t my body I wouldn’t want do what I do to it
See, the blood felt exalting, and at least the skin heals
So the cutting turned religion, and I worshiped it for years
I thought things would be different, a talent show has a winner
I’ve always been told I’m gifted, but this is a different mission
I thought things would be different if I could just prove my worth
I didn’t get that I was used, and they’d just move to someone new
Why is every love I’ver ever known conditional?
Every pain I’ve ever known centrifugal?
Every religion, physical?
I’m so alone with my secrets, and so I shared them with this fucking stuffed tiger just so that something could hear it
[CHORUS]
Can’t we talk? I learned how to play your favorite song
I hate that this is how it goes, but I’m too young to make it on my own
And I’m afraid of what’ll happen when you’re gone, so I learned your favorite song
It goes
[VERSE 4]
Nobody knows the trouble I see
Glory, glory, glory, hallelujah
Sometimes I'm up, sometimes I'm down
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4. |
basketball. (feat. yska)
06:35
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[INTRO]
There's a storm brewing…
[VERSE 1]
That was the only time he was proud of me, I joined the kiddie league
Balled out for free every week
Fucked up my knees, cause I wanted him to be proud of me
It's crazy how fast I went from perfect to good for nothing
Spending every day with the man that abused my brothers
Resentment growing for others
He told me to flex and he touched my pecs
I told him, "please don't"
He said, "don't talk back to me, I'll touch you wherever I want-"
Can't we just watch the movie?
[VERSE 2]
If you can’t back out, act out
I know I lash out, spaz out
Mentally lag out, la-
Then I got slapped out, slapped out
Imma Wait till you pass out, black out
Pulling the mac out, blacow
Let's see who's a man now. Man down
Don't be a rat now, assed out
This what you asked for, and what I dream bout
Ain't no peace now
Rebound with a freestyle, but it seeps into the beats now
Can’t sleep, and I can’t eat, Imma kill you if it kills me
It’s my fantasy, and it worries me, it should worry you, ain’t you heard of me?
Hold up bro, time out, time out, let me just calm down
Too many people rely on me
If I get killed, then there lives on me
Manipulation they tried on me worked when my conscious was fighting me
I’m ten, tryna save the world, who’s saving me?
You told me to pray, but it seems that god doesn’t favor me
Pressure building majorly, it’s breaking me
Insane to think it went this way for nary a reason
Can’t get a day of peace
The shadows in the alleyways cascading terrible things
Every decision is bigger than me
And so are the people actively choosing not to help me
[BRIDGE]
I don’t think that I know how to love, so I’m sorry but,
Why do people treat me like a toy? What’s the point huh?
Why do people treat me like a toy? What’s the point huh?
Why do people treat me like a toy? What’s the point huh?
[VERSE 3]
I be very wary of white women
It was never about me, they like the power they can't get in their misogynistic household
Would it be too much to ask?
Or would that fuck up your fantasy, you may be less then your dad, but at least you aren't black,
Right?
Meat’s taste better when you hunt it
Humans are persistence predators, put bluntly
How ironic, this is the one time somebody wants me,
Chain dangling from the neck, cracker screaming, "daddy, fu-"
That was the only time he was proud of me
He pushed me until I couldn't stand on my own
Limp and vulnerable, teary eyed, was the only time he was proud of me
Balled out for free, every week
He ignored my needs and brushed off my pleads, so I just had to take that defeat and let him carry me when I didn't even want him to touch me
And he called the carrying love
And so I thought that it was
So when it came to loving others, I had misunderstood
You want me to tell the truth? Then I can't write you a happy ending
The relationship between rappers and stolen valor is cancer
Faux glamor with poor grammar, no standards
Pandering to the white man in front of the cameras
It was just a nigger's word against hers
I didn’t stand a chance
The pressure always worked on my nerves
You watched my shaky hands
My childhood faded in a blur
I’ll never get it back
And nothing that I try ever works
And nothing ever lasts
I was told your life is a loan you need to pay forward,
I'm watching niggas lose their lives in principle, bro, it's typical
Shit is centrifugal
Tearing your larynx out, it's paramount
Rite of passage is inheriting the mind prison
I write ambient music because life feels like one long, dissonant drone
Strike the bomb company only to lose your home
Where was I supposed to go? The target you for the weakness you show
[BRIDGE]
I found I had to die to show you I couldn’t breathe
Dying became a habit displayed for others to see
Identity fragmented, I didn’t know what to be
I found it never mattered as long as I wasn’t me
I found it never mattered as long as I wasn’t me
I found it never mattered as long as I wasn’t me
I found it never mattered as long as I wasn’t me
I found it never mattered as long as I wasn’t me
I am not a slave
[PART II]
[VERSE 1]
They told me, “let the love of god wash over me.”
They said he loves me, but something’s wrong
And as my father threateningly stands over me
He says he loves me, but something’s wrong
She doesn't want me to think that she's crazy
She says she loves me, but something's wrong
They say touching me is how they tell me
That they love me, but something's wrong
They told me, “let the love of god wash over me.”
They said he loves me, but something’s wrong
And as my father threateningly stands over me
He says he loves me, but something’s wrong
She doesn't want me to think that she's crazy
She says she loves me, but something's wrong
They say touching me is how they tell me
That they love me, but something's wrong
[VERSE 2]
I am not a toy
I am not a basketball that you can throw around, that you can make go through hoops
I am not something you can grab and shove in the trunk whenever you want
I am not something to leave to rot in the basement when you're done
I am not a toy for your amusement
It's funny how you're all abusive, and as such
You called the suffering love
You said the self is defined by the suffering
You said the self is defined by the suffering
The self is defined by the suffering
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5. |
player number <TWO>!
01:16
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6. |
action figures.
03:16
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[VERSE 1]
Told him, "you're wasting time putting me on the pulpit
Every sin I ever committed been admitted to
And I ain't never been admitted in no hospital, so stop getting hostile"
I'm not an apostle, I'm a philosopher, issa difference
[CHORUS]
Had to ask why I got so violent
Cause y'all don't listen when I use my words, that pussy shit is for the birds
[VERSE 2]
I guess until I catch a body you niggas will never learn, so the blood I spill's on you
Don't fucking touch me, I'm autistic, I'm not dumb
I'm not afraid of what'll happen to me if I own a gun
I just know that feeling last time I touched one
Pussy niggas love to play God
They rape women and have the fucking nerve to enter the house of God
We are all children of God, but cum is thicker than blood
They point fingers
They forget Sodom was burned when they raped the angels, don't nobody care about who's gay in there
Fake gangster call his crib the G spot
You can't eat hot dogs in public, silly shit
But your sister can't be in the house alone
You say protect the kids and left your kids with a pedophile and wonder why they so temperamental
You call it disrespectful
[CHORUS]
You ask why they got so violent
Cause you ain't listen when they used their words, that pussy shit is for the birds
[VERSE 3]
Footsteps at night make my chest tighten
Garage door openers, front door creaking
You desperately try, but you can't steady your breathing
Deep down you thinking, "they day i kill god, we'll be even"
But right now, you just surviving the evening
Pretending to be asleep
Years later, 16, getting called lame at parties for not drinking
Pitying them a little cause you know you know more than them about what it does to you
Its all fun and games until somebody gets violent
They don't listen when you use your words, cause when you drunk, that pussy shit is for the birds
Don't fucking touch me.
I remember playing actions figures, pretending to be bigger, stronger
Dismembered my fa-[CENSORED]
I remember playing actions figures, pretending to be bigger
I was stronger, I was a superhero who couldn't falter
I was a God with no faults
Nobody could fucking touch me playing action figures
[CHORUS]
[BRIDGE]
You can't wash your hands of this
You created me, and now you can't run from me
[CHORUS]
[VERSE 4]
Don't fucking touch me, dummy, that's how you get fucked up
Your luck's dried up
I hope your nightmares look like us
What a relationship we've created here
An evil so intimate, a hate so cathartic
A violence so pleasurable, oh I'm ever so excited
It's like a wet dream
Won't you please come closer to me?
I wanna feel you, i wanna make you scream, I want my hand to hold every single one of your teeth
I wanna be the one that makes you bleed, the smell of old pennies everywhere
I wanna feel your bones snap under my feet, I want you to feel the same desperation you gave me
I want you to never be able to walk outside without feeling that same fear
I want you tied down and begging, naked, vulnerable
I want you out of my fucking head
Oh, I'm so excited, I can't hold still
And we can do it all again when I see you in hell.
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7. |
the floor is lava.
05:07
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[CHORUS]
I am the fate now, I am the one
I am the sword now, I am the gun
I am the God now, I am the sun
I am the sword now, I am the, I am the
[VERSE 1]
I'm running from something imaginary, like the floor is lava
Anything to keep me from going under
A fire lit in me, and boy, did it fucking burn
And even though my anger hurt, I still didn't fucking learn
I pushed it to the side, but it won't wait its fucking turn
I think I want to hurt somebody.
I feel so sick today, I think I want to hurt somebody
Let this MC take you on a ride
The fear is all consuming
So I think I want to hurt somebody
My body laid stripped and abused, I felt I could relate to Jesus on the crucifix
But this time, we're beyond absolution
How cruel! How cruel! How fucking devious are you?!
You don't want me to get even
My body is tainted, my body is soiled, my body isn't mine,
No, you don't want me to get even, nigga
A body for a body, a body for a body
I think I want to hurt somebody.
[VERSE 2]
Me and my city swimming in denial
Watching bodies pile, faux necrophiles
I'm haunted by the ghosts of memories I can't push back
An anger I can’t distract, the fear that shapes my tasks
You can't wash your hands of this.
The past is atrophic
Can’t have a plan for this, it’s cancerous
The hate that’s been planted in this class of bastards
Fear’s a tool for pandering, so now
[CHORUS]
[VERSE 3]
Wait until I break, fate will take it’s toll
The hate in the soul makes a gaping hole
The weight of the pole abates when faced with those past their breaking point
Pretending it makes them whole
It's a story as old as time
One wants revenge, and so they pull out a shotty
You know what they say, where there's a will, there's a body
One of us will die here, nobody can stop me
Imma make you jump like the floor is lava, got the heat tucked, dance the mamba, banner homage
Snakes want beef, it’s on me to mop them
See, the only things that we passed down are ash and honor
They say you gotta keep the piece to keep the peace
At least it seems the cycle will proceed with me
We feed the beast, the beast is free
The streets is screaming
Looking for a truth they refuse to see, my g
Fetishized the pain so it’s something I could cope with
I done used hoes just to know what control is
Looking for catharsis, I done broke bridges, I done broke noses, I done had visions
In an empty hallway, I done seen ghosts sit
I done told god I ain’t repenting for no sin
I done got desperate, I done tried potions
I done fell victim, ego hypnosis
Imma need to catch a body to quell this anger stagnant in me
Yo, I think I wanna hurt somebody
I'm owed a debt, and you're about to pay my father's sins
Since you think this shit's a game, let the games begin
I done put my body through a life of abuse
So I used dualism as an excuse
At the end of the day, I mislead you tryna duck the truth
I am what you must rebuke
[CHORUS]
[VERSE 4]
Thinking about what happened before got me past tense
Like some old vinyl, imma repress
Fist clenched, bells toll, ain’t no recess
Wincing when somebody dies, thinking imma be next
Presenting the severed head of a king, yelling, "this is the real Louis"
I’m in my bag, you niggas is meals to me
I turn emcees into chop suey, I’m cut throat
I can make a good broth out of all our closet bones
Y’all gonna need to leave another seat for my ego
Don’t get too close, you’ll get heat stroke
Elite prose, D is a cheat code
Delete those beneath me
A milli has tried defeat me
Every attempt increasingly feeble
The way I battle the truth, I feel like Kobe
The self collapses inwards,
The relapse is imminent
The attacks is intimate
We all relate to the myth of sisyphus
[CHORUS]
[VERSE 5]
I ain’t bartering
Too many rapists in this game that we’re harboring
Nobody here is sovereign
But I get it, nothing is harder than burying heroes, it’s bothersome
You start to think of what it says about you
You know they say, it takes a village
Nobody’s down for consequences, but loves a public lynching
We in the streets be penny pinching, we can’t pay for what we’ve done
Down joy road is a river of blood
How many of us accepted a darker fate because that's just how it was?
The nature of humanity is adaptation, this perception is a byproduct of cowardice
Of course, you can't be to blame, it's the world that's insane, you're just a player in this game
What a shame, when one fails to assess the self through examples that are hyperbolic
Granted one’s worth as “at least we’re not them.”
The democratic solution
The black household demands a philosophical copernican revolution
As we slowly spin the vinyl back
Brooding
[CHORUS]
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8. |
house.
03:39
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[CHORUS]
Life so foul, let’s play house
[VERSE 1]
This shit can get really wild, really wild
This shit can get really wild
This shit can get really wild, everybody defiled
Everybody defiled
A chest feeling wound as tight as a drum
Assess meaning by fight or flight that you can find when he comes
Arrested development propels your fist to the gun
The bell tolls for no one, there no hope where we're from
A chest feeling wound tight as a drum
If you've got a fear, you'd drown it in rum
If you've got a fear, you'd drown it in-
[VERSE 2]
No wonder I’m stressed
Remember when [CENSORED] leaked my address to the press and got mad I was pressed?
I can’t hold a gun but I need me a vest
You told me I’m needy at best and that you don’t need me to rest, why can’t I remember we’re blessed?
My head is a mess
I know you don’t know me the best, but can’t we please talk about the vest?
I don’t wanna talk no more.
[VERSE 3]
You think that you safe?
Watch how fast niggas come in your place,
Tryna cum on your face
Greedy niggas tryna steal all our things
And I know that we ain't toting them things
This is all we got
There isn't a plan B
I know you can't stand me
You think I'm demanding
You think that I think I'm the man
Tell me what that means
When everyone's a threat to me i think that you're capping
But this all we've got
I know it's not a lot but it's all that we got
A chest feeling wound tight as a knot
You think that we're safe but I know that we're not
I done seen how these niggas get shot
Its never you till you up and get caught
And if I'm the nigga that let the nigga that murdered his sister in the house, then Imma be the damn fool with no sister
But now I'm the damn fool that got you pissed, I swear its no winning with this
A chest feeling getting heavy as sin
But there's a reason that I'm feeling like this
[CHORUS]
[VERSE 4]
I'm tired of writing tragedy
When I have a panic attack, you people laugh at me
Pretending I'm beyond understanding
I been the only one fighting my battles
I been the only one that’s taking care of me
I done seen too many things that’s been harrowing
Murder and heroin, rape happens everywhere
My entire life, motherfuckers been pushing my boundaries
This is the place I’ve got
This is the only place that I think I won’t got shot
A chest feeling wound tight as a knot
Please get these niggas right out of my house
I haven’t slept for bout 40 hours
Call me what you want, I know I’m a coward
But I’m a survivor, I’ve spent my life just desperately clinging to life
You’d be surprised what a person can do with a knife, or what they can do when they’re white
Or what they can do when they think they’re fighting for their life
25 straight hours of adrenaline, I could kill him with my bare hands
Before he kills you, it’s a grand stand
I think I wanna hurt somebody, I could kill a man
I feel so sick today
I think I wanna hurt somebody.
Don’t fucking touch me.
[OUTRO]
Katie’s dragging me to therapy
They say I need help
But I don’t think there’s helping me.
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9. |
player number [THREE]!
00:52
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Hey. I don't know if you can hear me over there but I think I need help.
Or I just need somebody to make it stop. I'm not really sure.
I fantasize and romanticize even the worst of times, my psyche reaches out to my younger self, desperately trying to send a message.
These old ears can't hear it no more.
And that scares me.
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10. |
pretend.
03:16
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[VERSE 1]
I don’t know how much more I have in me.
An overwhelming lethargy, an overwhelming emptiness, somebody help me.
Nothing’s helping
I think I want to hurt somebody.
The cops came, asking for me by name
I couldn't shoo them away
Nothing’s helping
I think I want to hurt somebody
The cops came, asking for me by name
I couldn’t shoo them away
I couldn’t remember how many pills I’d taken
My mother came from her room
I couldn't remember how many pills I’d taken
My mother came from her room
A collective guilt trip ensued
I genuinely thought I was helping
And I didn’t know how to tell them, “I thought I was helping you, and I’m not strong enough to live for you,”
I didn’t know how to tell them, “I thought I was helping you, and I’m not strong enough to be strong for you,”
So I let them berate me for not thinking of them.
I let them berate me for not thinking of them
She called me selfish, she called me a coward
She’s absolutely right.
[VERSE 2]
She called me selfish, she called me a coward
Reprimanded because she was scared and couldn’t understand it
My wonderful mother, with the world on her shoulders, couldn’t fathom burying her youngest son
I internalized the yelling, what had I become?
How often is our love expressed as violence?
My mother doesn’t say, “I love you” she says, “you better not die before me.”
This life, riddled with suffering is coped with through bluffing
That’s what adults do. We play pretend, and we teach our children how to play pretend, and the rules get lost with time, until it’s not a game, but a habit
She called me a coward
She was absolutely right.
I couldn't finish the job that night.
Why doesn't anybody ever get what they deserve?
My assaulter is free while I'm losing family to diseases doctors don't know how to cure
We pretended that I was fine and pretended that nothing happened, now we're mad at the consequence of our actions
How sad.
But I don’t know how much more I have in me
An overwhelming lethargy, overwhelming emptiness
Why can’t somebody help me?
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11. |
telephone. (feat. MIZU)
05:28
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[VERSE 1]
You can only find my true self in the lyrics
Every victory pyrrhic
I tried to prove my importance empirically but I fear its made a logic loop
No, we can't converse, cause I really speak ebonics
my example of a black man will never be Clarence Thomas
I'm not cocky when I tell you that there's no god above me
[CHORUS]
What a shame, the foundation of existentialism is soul death
I brushed my corpse in gold fleck and called it the ubermensch
I'm aware of my sins, me and death getting intimate, it can't say no
Philosophy became an complicated game of telephone,
we all talk, we all lose
[VERSE 2]
Dialect like ayurvedic medicine
Buy my fight for enlightenment in a vinyl set
Crying Incited excitement from enemies
inviting their spiteful eye
Why does violence end in violence?
Y'all ain't seen vile yet
Identity is detritus piling by the lions den
Daniel's bones scattered turned to catalytic converters
Detroit has the most talented crackheads, I've heard
A forest will bloom from the bridges I've burned
We'll all return to ash, the earth is an urn
I balance emotion like a single mother's schedule
Cycle of abuse perpetuated since America's bicentennial
I can't tell if the trauma is the reason I'm asexual
But I get fucked by others enough for all of us
They taught the shooters no child left behind and they took it to heart
Bystanders watch as everything falls apart
The revolution's a special on hallmark
Watch the crackers clap like a plane's landing
It's amazing how fast fame will split your fam
Niggas dying for attention, I didn't hang them, I just tied the rope
Where there's fire, there's smoke
The night sky's covered in billows
Capitalist says morality is encumbering until their face to face with that gat loaded in front of them, demanding their racks before they blow and unload vital organs onto the floor
Where there's smoke, there's fire, don't think I don't know why you rely on drugs to make you feel at home
[CHORUS]
What a shame, the foundation of existentialism is soul death
I brushed my corpse in gold fleck and I called it the ubermensch
I'm aware of my sins, me and death getting intimate, it can't say no
Philosophy became a complicated game of telephone
We all talk, we all lose
[VERSE 3]
I told him my name and he still called me nigga instead
Do not tempt me, I'm a man of contempt
And a man of my word, my sense of pattern recognition absurd,
Watching history repeat itself knowing you niggas never learn
Dope fiends need dopamine like me, my g
We both be seeing pipe dreams, you know what I mean?
It's a holy trinity;
Sex, trauma, and power
Akin to divinity,
Infinitely complicating everything
I do not-
Abandoned her sense of self just to hear that she's a good girl
He chokes her to be a strong man
I had to ask my masochist friend if they associate pleasure with shame, and therefore, pleasure with pain
A self defeatist begging to be humiliated
The exhibitionist begging to be appreciated, or was abused as a child and thought that that'd alleviate it
The dom that's hoping their weakness will be depreciated
Patience emaciated, lost vagrants
I wonder if pedophiles like the kids or their weakness
cowards searching for power found it in the flowered
floundered like addicts itching for powder, for power
hours and hours, feeling weak and alone in their showers
Let them burn inside their tenements!
sorry for my anger, I just don't believe in innocence
I'm not romantic enough to not believe in coincidence
yeah, I'll tell you the truth but it'll be with due hesitance
no I'll never trust you cause niggas don't do diligence
My brother told me the spirit is defined by its attempts to cement its own existence
The pain grounds him, but I'm buried in it
The fetishiziation of suffering only exists for the privileged
I'm privy to our dissonance
It's hard to be sharp when you're a sea of emotions, in our catharsis, we've never been closer
You worship it since it's limited, for us it's infinite
Distance diminishing in an instant
You told me death isn't the finish
Indebted to friends and listeners, interconnected living means an existence with effort is everything
Everybody's somebody's everything, take a chance
The rapper's in a house of glass and can't stand the passing glances
[CHORUS]
The foundation of existentialism is souldeath
I brushed my corpse in gold fleck, and I called it the ubermensch
[VERSE 4]
Trauma’s to be interpreted
It’s plain to see that we’re experiencing turbulence
Action is the manifestation of words and vice versa
Your slice of life burned by the fire inside, the anxiety residing in the mind
And y'all gone tell me about me? I was a kid
There's a little boy in me that y'all don't want me to forgive
But there's a man in me that needs it, so something's gone have to give
And this time, it's gonna be you. I want the will to live
[CHORUS]
The foundation of reinvention is death
I brushed my corpse in gold fleck, and I called it the ubermensch
I'm aware of my sins, me and death getting intimate, I can't say yes
Philosophy became a complicated game of telephone, we've all lost, we've all bled
If it’s all been misinterpreted
Maybe things will be different in another life
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12. |
hide and seek.
03:36
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This is between us.
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Decuma Michigan
The man of no identity.
Author, musician, and rogue existentialist born in Detroit.
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