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This is not a phase This is not a façade born out of a misunderstanding of- The human condition (Ident**y) Every day feels like it's a normal day until it's the last one (Ident**y) Ident**y (From you to me to you) There are no second chances, there are no do-overs (From you to me to you) And you did the best you could That's all we can ever really hope for (From you to me to you) (Psiren & Caius Hubris) Time's up Starin' at my sunrise desktop Every dream I had gets lost in the backdrop Livin' in a post-job life in a flash pandemic Is littlе bit of grimdark Wish I didn't feel left out by the fact that I'm bi Or the fact that I'm bicеntennial percent lost Shy and awkward Just tryna trace these red lines in the dark That's scrawled in a crossword Five letters, thin blue line ain't cutting it Black lives matter, stroke six is a mulligan Truth trumps hate but the courts can't stomach it Trump hates truth, in the pit of his stomach, man Bold to a**ume that I knew my ident**y Three years later, now that whole life's dead to me Square one peg, couch surf through a riptide Dog paddle straight, long crawl like a centipede Sun sets low on a common purpose Called it, y'all front like I don't deserve this Then turn y'all backs when I drop my new sh*t All y'all fake fans, juvenile deserters But I keep on grindin' with nil to show Except a back catalog and a spreadsheet of zeroes No more heroes, everybody dies Or the very least, loses their mind See Nero Please, lemme just make sense this one time Everything's a sub-con riddle in my mind's mind Mind's eye blind in the darkness Both eyes blind to a future outside this garbage Impoverish existence of mediocre promise A pigeon holed kid with apartment complex And a college degree in a dying market No community unity, just a flight, departure I want the wind in my wings, not a slight breeze Wanna understand what I know, but can't sight read At least I understand I'm alone, and the why, free Thinking like, a man in a box is a tight squeeze Every single plan I concoct is a type B The system feels rigged like an Apple with a Type-C Your nightly fake news, sugar free Mixed with two scoops of race hate And blame placed foolishly Hate, hate, double hate, you I loathe entirely I wish you'd treat the planet with a fraction of your "piety" Society's a nuke that's on a puppet string And all you do is watch it dangle from this cliff Like it's the end of "Lie To Me" Try me, east coast kid with a shoulder chip White boy, thirty years old, don't give a sh*t Truth is I'm a disillusioned illusionist My heart bleeds as much it beats, so stupid, man Little bit of empath, lot of "angry" politics Constantly accused like I'm tryna stir the pot again I'm just tryna make some sense Sh*t's confusing Worn down like an old eraser, post proofread New breed's kinda like the old breed Differentiated by the tattoos, and technicolor hairpiece No disrespect intended I'll fight for our right to love, look And breathe what we please But I don't really care what your god intended I just want to live my life before I reach the endin' Hit the reset switch on this pad and pen And hope the sh*t that comes out's a bit less cryptic Heart's a mess, it's just part of a big lament A slow chemical imbalance I spent so much time but I can't commit It's like everywhere I step's just wet cement And the road less traveled by isn't there Paradise paved for a parking lot, pay the fare Toll booth exit, one way, listen friend You don't get to leave this lot 'til we get our share (Put ‘er there) Charon's about the only free ride left So I guess I better figure out more than rent Easier said than done Tryna stop the sun is gonna take more than sheer ambivalence (Do your best to stop the feedback) There is no equivalent I'm frustrated, tired of the grind, belligerent Scared I'll lose my mind like who came before me At the same time, settling just don't implore me You can choose to ignore me, I don't care Feel like I'm zip tied to a zip line, still goin' there Gravity's a force of nature Black hole erasure Implode, f**k your golden ratio "It's a coded message in a bottle Inside of a shipment lost in Atlantic waters" My cries for help weren't THAT symbolic Y'all tuned me out for radio silence You're lucky I'm not choosing violence All I'm on is some speak my mind sh*t My heart is honest My whole journey's one way, linear Live more Memento mori, word to Unus Annus Out True happiness is to enjoy the present Without anxious dependence upon the future Not to amuse ourselves with either hopes or fears But to rest satisfied with what we have, which is sufficient Sometimes, even to live is an act of courage So, for as long as you live, keep learning how to live
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