good day cF people

sup

one thing bout music when it hits you feel no pain
and I swear I got this shit that makes these bitches go insane
so they tell me that they love me I know better than that it’s just game
it’s just what comes with the fame
and I’m ready for that I’m just saying
I really can’t complain, everything is kosher
two thumbs up, ebert and roeper
I really can’t see the end getting any closer
but I’ll probably still be the man when everything is over
so I’m riding through the city with my high beams on
can you see me can you see me get your visine on
y’all just do not fit the picture
turn your widescreen on
if you thinking Imma quit before I die dream on
man they treat me like a legend
am I really this cold
I’m really too young to be felling this old
it’s about time you admit it who you kidding man
nobody’s ever done it like I did it

good morning

The heard grows thin

Your father was a scorn-filled alcoholic cop,
and mother wasn't far behind
You were ripe for the adverse running,
and so ready to defy the right
Your fashion was the anti-fashion approved,
your music was the latest whatever-core trend
A tattooed body with a mind for rent,
an adolescent iconoclast

Fall Into the ranks aligned,
cattle-pressed pushed to the left
so anti-this and anti-that,
that somewhere along the way you forgot to laugh

Taking every cause you could champion,
you were an overnight political machine
You carried forth the flag of your elders,
and quoted Marx for the class-bound breed

Throwing rocks through the corporate windows,
great destroyer of the economic lie
You got one more year for the oppressed,
and a lifetime to be all you once despised

With career opportunities,
the tidal waves of pressure mount
Reality is one hard blow,
so you gave back your 'scene card' and checked out

You had a dream once,
but now its sold -assets, equity, financial gain?
all of your protests, all of the unrest, g
one like a song, never to be heard again

Dead end workdays?
Remember what you HOPED,
what you always THOUGHT you'd be?
How does it feel to reject it, walk away, then run?
To turn your back and trample all of them into the ground?

Birth begets life begets death

misery index - defector

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Fuck Drake, listen to real rap m8

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