Calamity

Nostalgia

What a funny feeling

I feel depleted

From feelings I've been revealing

It's do-or-die, I'm not going willing

But when it's time, wrap in white linen

I rap this

I say it for my sanity

Whatever the calamity I did this for myself

Fuck all of your fantasies

You're a snake, fell off the ladder

I prefer speaking in analogies

I've had enough of all this work

And I can't trust that you're my family

I don't know what's next

The brain-dead that I never miss

My brain lives with the cannabis

Can I resist the dark abyss?

Leave a mark on this with no start, just exist

My mind's in a prism shape

And in times like a prison state

There's no right that I feel of late

There's no light if my view's at stake

And which left should I choose to take

What's left, is it room or space?

There are rumors we have to face

I prefer sooner than after late

I seen actors after BAFTAs be more straight

I mean down the barrel

I hear them sing, it's the same carol

They're trying to sprint in a long run Mo Farah

They're trying to fix when it's long gone, don't bother

There's no other, the thought shudders

Through most lovers

I wanna bed you, but still sleep is Death's cousin

So two weeks is now four dozen

Years that pass by, can't press no rewind

Just watch my life by and lock the right ties

Nobody, nobody is listening to me

Nobody, nobody is listening

Nobody, nobody is listening to me

Nobody, nobody is listening to me