I feel that I've seen all that I can see

And if I haven't might be cuz the price too high for me

See I haven't been authentic, I feel demented

If I said it might not meant it

I don't even know what the fuck I mean half the time

Every day the world is grey and I can't let it shine

And every night I sit here thinkin bout how imma fumble this dime

I'll fuck up this time and fuck her up and she gon end up cryin

I should get it over with for her sake and for mine

She deserve better than a broke **** who broken

With no friends, no hobbies, and definitely no focus

Just a sad dope with a focusrite, ironically titled

Cuz all the owner can focus on is flatlining his vitals

He own a couple of vinyls but he don't got a player

He just own them to show the shorties he a playa

And he be sayin his celebrity crush is Zendaya

But he don't really care

He says it cuz that's what everyone was sayin

He seen two episodes of DBZ and called himself a saiyan

I'm sayin that my power level is zero I'm playin

Up my abilities to keep everyone stayin

In their place far away from the material man

Cuz the material I'm made of is tin foil

With a conical hat and a whole lotta room for

A heart in his chest but unless he meet a wiz

That hole in his ribs gon stay eternally unfilled, for real

He wanna be Pharrell but he won't put the work in

He wanna put out two songs then buy a bitch a Birkin

Shirkin responsibilities, havin no utility

Reality is he never findin fuckin tranquility

He love the sound of music but the words will escape him

He feel expendable like Jason Statham

He act like when they hate him the words don't scathe him

When every word take his lungs and then grate them

And all he wants is to slay them

But he's weak

Both physically and mentally

He's weak

He can't fight back for nothing cuz

He's weak

Maybe this shit ain't meant to be

Maybe he should've never left his cave

And should've let himself get eaten by the centipedes

I almost called 12 on myself once

Claiming to be a white woman who was scared of the young

Black man running, yelling, screamin whatever

Run straight at them so they shot me and I bled out

Cuz I couldn't take my life by my own hand so I'd borrow another

Become the first brother gunned down this summer

But not the last

No matter how fast I run I ain't escapin the past

But I can make her my last

Reality is no matter how great they think I is, I isn't

I trick myself into thinking that I'm done with this prison

This cycle thinking I'm healed and then pursuing that vision

Just to realize I'm not and that I'm actually a villain

Everybody is the hero in their story but I'm not

I'm just the worker drone that's helping build the killer robot

Am I a killer or not? I think I'm helping to play into it

I can't even cry cuz I'm behind on my fluids

I can't even shower because my legs isn't leggin

I can't do shit productive no matter how much I'm beggin

And to others I'm just chillin I'm veggin

But really I'm in hell internally

I'm fighting off my demons and Reagan

Are we sure that he ain't Satan? I'm not

But it don't matter long as his racist ass gon stay dead and rot

And shit, I might just join him, return me to the soil

Take my bones and boil em so you can use them in stock

I'm just a souped up version of a loser

With no friends no confidence but still wanna be a chooser

I choose to end it here, abandon all the tears

That I've left behind with others in the past 18 years