Letra
This that post apocalyptic
Angry Black dope musician
On my Phillip K Dick, all I spit is
Science fiction
Dropped the alcoholic addiction
I was in a shitty position
But I’m back from the dead
Like a zombie brain condition
Me and Brian like magicians
Mystify the audience
Dumbledore ya dome, shooting spells at ya body bitch
Bars like tsunami waves, they looking at me all kinda ways
I ain’t been this dope, since a **** was in his college days
Back to my violent ways: Deck you in yo jaw
I remember when I saw them bullet holes in my wall
Sauk Village stand tall, cuz that’s the shit that made me
Shout out to my mother and my grandmama that raised me
Swear my ex hate me
All is forgiven
I ain’t really been the same since I found religion
Profound ambition, naysayers doubt the vision
Look how I aim for my goals with
Sharp procession
Suicidal tendencies
I had to get my mind right
You can see the pain
When you starring deep in my eyes
**** say I changed
But they hating on the sidelines
Trying to maintain
My depression on a fine line
Looking back in hindsight, they ain’t see the vision yet
A bunch of cracker kids hype our music on the internet
My mom smoking cigarettes, told her ass she gotta quit
Ciggy only way she fight the demons that she dealing with
I ain’t really feeling it, the stress and all the strain
Feel the pressure in my brain, God a **** feel insane
Might pull a Kurt Cobain
Join the 27 club
In the tub
Wrist slit they ain’t show a **** love
All my life I had it rough
**** had to act tough
Growing up in the ghetto, **** call you on you’re bluff
Step daddy on that stuff, I was raised on section 8
Mama praying on her knees, hope she see some better days
Stressing out for seven days, feeling like it’s just a phase
When I left Chicago, left that bitch without a trace
Made mistakes, did dirt
Put that on my granny grave
We descends of the slaves
Working hard need a raise
Crime pays, I’m a **** with a fucking attitude
Spin my ops, double jumping like I’m Crash Bandicoot
All I need, solitude, I been paying all my dues
Feeling like I’m hood famous, bitches send me hella nudes
I can do without the booze, been a couple months sober
Alcohol fucked me up, throwin' up looking bloated
So devoted to this music, swear this shit is therapeutic
My relationship with rap, hella toxic and abusive
Written by: Angry Blackmen
