Melancholy in this hellish body
Yellow probably on the traffic light
But I don't stop - I pass the pipe
I do rock an extra fly wardrobe
My dogs a jock he got hell a skills
Unlike me
I just sit around smoke and let time pass
Probably why I'm woke and spit rhyme rap
My shit is mid and I know that
I can't help but think one day it'll change
Cuz things will always change
Just wondering if they change the same
Like me wearing the same clothes
Three days straight
Wonder if I'll end up in a straight jacket
They'll throw me in the loony bin
Till the 28th ring that is if Booney win
But they're definitely gonna fire Boone
And I'm tired sweeping broom sticks
Trying to make a living cop a boom stick
Porte a mask on some Doom Shit
MF my first rap was on a doom beat
Still kinda unreal the man is gone
But he'll live forever with a favorite song
In the end we all gonna die
That's why I know I gotta try
And move on.
Roll call for the culture
Like I told Vik, spell my name with no star
Emcees no cigar, smoke like Rastafari, so far gone, like i might meet the fuckers at Casa Blanca
Yeah right, in your dreams said the malnourished son of
A beautiful lady. the disconnect is so incredible
Fruit fall far from the tree, cuz where you came from was edible
Check the deadbolt, turn up the decibels, count them decimals, whatever it takes to feel Less desolate yeah yeah
Watch the thoughts form, turn to cuneiform so unintelligible, sell a full cellar of beats and Get no return yeah yeah But I don't care if no one listen
I'm a move on
Finding my place in the world like Jake The Dog