Fools Errand
[Verse 1: SciryL]
I been
Told I was a fool since a little kid.  High
School, I was hanging out with the cool kids.  This is
Way back when I ain’t know what cool meant.  Hammer and
Some loose screws chilled in my tool kit.  Clever really
Was never really a school kid.  True shit
I’m not sure how old I was when the rules hit
Hank Aaron calling his shot, playing baseball
8 ball in the side pocket with the pool stick
My mama told me I was such a fool.  I went
To war, I came back like another dude.  You know
How it feels to feel like another you, huh?
Reminiscing ‘bout flying, running through the fire
Escaping the messiah on 100-proof, run and shoot
Gunning troop was the move, too big
Was the shoes, trying to stay alive was the mood
I was a fucking fool like, “What you fighting for?”
This can’t be real, this can’t be life at all, and this is
What they try to call a righteous cause?  I should have spiked the ball
I was a fucking fool.  I thought that I
Was fumble-proof, in the mirror like, “Who the fuck is you?”
[Verse 2: !LLumiN@TE]
Uh, I pledged allegiance, I placed my hand across my heart
I crossed my heart and hoped to die, confessed my love, got no reply
No surprise party, I survived hardly, I
Surmised I was partly insane thinking a uniform
And fighting in an army would change how I was recognized
Guess it was foolish that I expected a better life
Just ‘cause I fought for it, just ‘cause I bled and for
All the people I lost for it.  I paid the cost for it
It’s Black History Month, I’m trying to March forward
Forward march in a dark forest.  I got
The heart for it.  Only you could prevent forest fires
Sticks and stones, that’s a forest lighter.  Water-bending
Forcing fire, firebomb the church, bring the water minus
Minor key, please call the choir to sing
“Amazing Grace” so Big Momma can make a plate
A Different World with the same mistakes.  I guess
The pit is my favorite place.  I mean, I’m such a fool
As if I didn’t have enough to do, as if
I didn’t have enough to prove.  I’ll drink 100-proof
Corn liquor, cold heart, long winter
Tired of your lukewarm dinners, remember?
The Last Supper that I suffered through’s
Enough for me to know that I really shouldn’t fuck with you
I’m not the tool for the fool’s errands you wanna do
You’re undercooked, I’m well-done with you