Last Song

I’m so tired—

Of the games, of the hate, of the pain (yeah)

Wasn’t I wired

To stay sharp? Can’t think, can’t aim (nah)

Gettin’ higher

Burnt out, still lightin’ flames with a lighter

Can’t cope, so I medicate

Trippin’ off the liner

In this life, success come with a co-signer

Only company I keep is my own desire

And that desire? Trouble

Wasn’t I humble? (Yeah)

Was I a liar? (No.)

Wordsmith to the choir

A drain just to inspire

So corrupted

Left with nothin’

Thoughts of death? I plot often

I conspire against myself

Brain so stunned

What you on? I need some joggin’

Can’t find peace, not even in a coffin

When vultures pryin for somethin

And you motherfuckers got the gumption to keep frontin’

On a man with a plan who can barely function

But built with his hands what you couldn’t even stomach

So acute—

I could be a monster

That you made

for some gains, some green,

Some weed, some poontang—How ‘bout lick my taint and be gone today

I come from a town that’s torn and frayed

Never was safe, never was sane

Mind went dark, lights turned black

Bills stacked, no love, no dad

Mom too scared to live, so she drank

Cracked bottles, deep in the tank

Where was my dad?

Negligent man—

Had to be my own before I could stand

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Humans be damned — judge me ‘cause I am him

Shit on you all — just ‘cause I can

Humans be damned — none of y’all friends

They don’t want you to do better than them

Humans be damned — I’m glad I’m not you

You couldn’t live with what I am

Humans be damned — keep your dumb trends

I don’t need to blend in—little boy, do understand?

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No need to pretend — I got modded AKs

Get pressed — happy to full-send

Catch you in the crosshairs

Smoke you like a pen

No more thuggin’

What if I made it public?

What if the world saw who you really is?

Unhinged bitch—marry a shrink

He’ll need therapy just to coexist

You kissed a boy

Took his bag, took his trust, then flipped

Claimed abuse that you did

Then dipped—so timid

Did it again to another poor sap

Now you 30, back in your parents’ trap

Still goofy, still broke, still petty

Yeah, I admit — yeah, it wrecked me

Took years just to carry — now I’m blank staring

I don’t love no more, I ain’t caring

No soft spots left — I erase ‘em

Thanks for the lesson, bitch

I spit in your face

Like I’m speakin’ Flemish, then I rush in

Like your green cards blemished

Leave you with my mother in the grave — no question

I weapon confession

I don’t sit with rage, I don’t stress depression

Now I track patterns — I see what you scatter

I know you can’t gather the depth that I master

I am better than her

I am better than you

Still I fester

But that don’t undo the truth

I’m down like syndrome — bit melancholy

Still I’ll outlive this prison — built like a lobby

The only trajectory: up and out

Used to hate your guts

Now I barely think about

But you can’t keep my dick out your mouth

That’s just like you — fake and loud hoe