O brother.

What is it about me that you hate.

Is it I walk through shit everyday.

Is it somehow tomorrow I am awake.

Or do you think my words arnt real they just fake.

Or is it all my ideas you take.

And walk around calling it fate. 5

Or are you so full of your self can't deflate.

Or is everybody not good enough

Because your great.

They congregate like a bunch of snakes.

Looking at you waiting to imitate.

What is it about me that you hate.

Cause time means nothing showing up late.

Your the master of what people gravitate but it's a bunch of bullshit you use like bate. Like using Other people's ideas. Cause what you trying to say

nobody can relates.

That's some shi you can't smell. Or taste.

Fuck em and push em out your way.

Like we all just a bunch of brains that can be replaced

Laced into eyes glazed. Shadows in caves.

Some Peoples beliefs are all that matter otherwise you fall into

A different earth that's flatter. Older computer with less data.

Everything's made of something but what does it matter.

I am pissed

But with a bigger bladder.

So hold it.

fall into mass graves.

Or do you find a way to blame it on somebody eles day.

Because you lost the inspiration to create.

When my minds just faster and it's easy to levitate.

I insierate anything you insinuate.

Fishes come swimming when I master bate.

Like I got the last hook in this lake.