Rain
Feel like I’m waking up with headlines streaming under my eyelids
I can’t escape the terror of perpetual violence so we’re preempt to destruction with our own malevolence
Handing out death sentences and then ask questions
The tension awaits those with secular perspectives
Any mention of injustice is sympathy for the terrorist
We’re testaments to freedom, now toe the fucking line
We’ll put an end to the evil, just need your liberty and time
Must control the thought crime, put this issue to rest
Give us six inches and say [?] was beating in your chest
You can have the rest long as you stay in the hamster wheel
Never questioning what is real, stay desperate to cop a feel
Yearning for a taste, a cyclical existence ’til the end of your days
Man, my pen’s a disgrace
Falling from grace, stuck in the gutter and staring deep into space with no chance of escape, enslaved to this paper
Aristotle’s hit the bottle, asking [?] for favors
Staying wayward of my neighbors when I know that my savior
It tastes bitter, tryna catch a glimmer of hope in the puddles when they shimmer as the raindrops hit ‘em
This rainy city fits the mood of my soul
Watch it struggle in the faces as they shuffle to and fro through the cold
Screaming, “We just want a semblance, yeah, we just want a sentiment
Never enlightenment, give us the remembrance”
The pain’s evident, sitting in the wrinkling faces
Dripping down and saturating the cracks in the pavement
Vague statements and halfhearted glances
Hopeless romantics tryna cope with the [?]
So are the people insane, the surroundings romantic?
I’ll leave [?] from a cigarette, surround it with ashes
And everything else is in tatters, what was that that you ask us?
I don’t hear that well these days, I’m tryna drown in the vacuous
Imagining myself in anywhere but the present
‘cause the day’s growing endless and my patience is still pending
I’ve left my energy attached to my pay-slip and lost grip of the reason I continue with earn- and ahhh
A catch 22, mind running in endless loops
Encouraged to search for the truth but never been sure where to look
A rabbit hole, a shrouded [?], babbling in this booth
Grasp for control in attempt to give you a look
Is there a point to this? I guess that I should hope there is
Sometimes I think I’m just hiding that I’m a crash chauvinist, a champagne socialist, rebel without a point
Casually coaxing the genuine to anoint me as the speaker of the house without a [?] for conviction
Leave the lemons in the direction, the first one slipped in
Got my lyrics written, can somebody film this shit?
I’m getting restless, my pension for recklessness grows by the second
Does this rap shit come with a pension?
Was that an open-ended question or loaded pretension?
End of the day, I know I’ll always jot this down
A note to self but if it helps you too, that’s [?]
We can act like it’s profound, deep down it’s introspection
Attracts the thought past added to the collection
So somewhere in the depths, I can rummage through the remnants and witness my growth even if everything’s stagnant
This is my [?] therapy, my truth in the lies
A tense telepathy with the person behind my eyes
Try to cut through the static, communicate with a soul
Keep my mind energetic while the rest of me grows old
Leave my body [?] these words of infinite power
And it snowballs every second, every minute and hour
As the clock ticks forward, consciousness seems to regress
Unveiling concrete clarity of everything that comes next
If I’m pressed, I’d say that I’m a man of god
But I’ll admit no symbol could ever encapsulate the thought
I’ve seen divinity but can’t tell you what it is
Though it’s far from dogmatic or anything religious
It just is, void of conceptualization, sacred origination or wisdom of the ancients
The god that I believe in has no kingdom in the clouds
It surrounds, it’s every sound, god is here and now
God is here and now
God is here, and now
[?]
God is here and now