Lyrics Praxis by 8corpses

I feel like Aesop
Telling fables
Through my music
I’m the plug
All cain no abel
Corpses Keen on getting faded
Like a magazine
On default
Homeboy stay loaded
People claim that Im faking
That my lyricism isn’t what I’m livin
Its fallen on deaf ears
Cause this is how I’m livin
I have these ailments
My art is an outlet
My brain makes me feel
Like an indentured servant
Working hard just to be existent
Hard not to be pessimistic
Been dealt a bad hand
Tryna Get by if I can
Tryna play my cards right
Even though I wanna die
Tryna pull a Charlier cut on my own life
Here’s a story
Grab some popcorn
310 born
sh*ts so forlorn
Should of been still born
Lifted off the potent
It’s a black heart
Motherf**ker walkin
Always duckin
Avoiding social interaction
See someone
I know at an intersection
I’ll start jay walkin
To Evade conversation
Without any hesitation

I ain’t tryna to sound hard in these stanzas
But I’m Sicker than the influenza
I just wanna rot in the dirt like a terracotta
Indica is my only transient panacea
Day doesn’t go by
I wish I wasn’t in a hearse
Wtf
Was moms thinking
Not choosing to abort
f**k with the fam
And you’ll meet your maker
Cause I’ll take it upon myself
To inflict torture
b*t*hes wanna see me deter
Im just on deck
Coming in clutch like I’m Jeter
My life ain’t no 2 seater
Just me myself and I
And the substances I cater
Whatcha need
I’m a Walking pharmacy
I’m turning keys
With certainty
With certain g’s
I only speak guapanese
Hood hippie remedies
10 toes down stay the recipe
Introverted to society
I enjoy solidarity
You finna have to kill me
If you f**kers tryna rob me
But you ain’t robbing sh*t
Cause I’d rather not exist
Plot twist
Either way for me
It’s a win win
b*t*h