lyrics:
-next song is a wonderful song that i…
i heard while growing up
beautiful, romantic song

i heard that life is pain and death is the painkiller
i heard karma’s a bitch till you sing in the rain with her
i heard that life is hell until you rake in scrilla, make a million
money is the world’s babysitter, that creates killers
nothing gets a break except your back and your car
pray that it ain’t either of ‘em, pray you never make that call
cause your life’s in someone else’s hands, will they catch your fall?
or will they let you drop into the ever-present maw
of the city streets, as portrayed by vivid rhymes and gritty beats
the only food for thought you’ll get from there, cause the civilians eat
a diet of carcinogens and pass it off as sickly sweet
and fast food chemicals that might as well be mystery meat
no soul food in a city with no soul
extract youthful ambition just to throw it to the hole
turn it into a ravine you can’t vault over with a pole
to further the divide between those in and under control
life is a dice roll, you have to play the hand you’re given
and the house always wins, so unless you have plans to rig it
get back on the assembly line, or else we’ll can your living
man, this can’t be existence, i’m abandoning ship and disconnecting from this shit
i won’t submit to any of it!
but what’s the alternative? cause listen, i don’t love it
but the ones in charge of this situation are benefitted by it
or people who just the take chance to be those people’s pilot
so unless we’re set to crash, we won’t have to course correct
which arguably just happened, and everyone just rolled with it
2020 shook the world, we still feel the repercussions
but quality of life? it feels like that shit changed nothing
caps flying and landing inside the circle of 5ths
they letting choppas sing, ear-splitting harmony
bodies piled up like autumn leaves, no halloween
on top of that, bodily autonomy no longer free
honestly, that make me wanna be the one to slaughter these
monopolies disguised as politicians with policies
that only benefit the economy if it’s awfully convenient
with ambitions that just border on democracy
but is it hypocrisy to yearn for something that doesn’t even exist?
if it’s this easily ruined than something must be amiss
there are cracks in these walls but no one’s getting them fixed
who’s society is this?
who’s erasing my brothers, sisters, people just living calmly?
and people who just wanna feel right with their own body?
who’s bashing the symptoms of the disease that they embody?
a part of me wants to be the Blaskowitz to these nazis
i’m sorry if this isn’t subtle enough
but when the ones that are in control throw you under the bus
i’d rather tell it to you straight than dress it up nice and neat
cause this ain’t a movie scene, this is real, now cut the beat