Oblivion

Feelin' over-encumbered by the number of thoughts,

No wonder I'm not sober, look how blunted I got,

Under the influence and fluently flowin musically,

Used to be so innocent now momma know she losin' me,

Too many emotions got me tokin' till I'm toasted,

Drinkin' till I'm wasted, and eatin' till I'm bloated,

Gluttony is nothin we, do it on the daily and,

If you don't commit the seven deadly you an alien,

This is how it is in the age of technology,

People take their grudges to the grave, no apology,

That's why I bought a G to blaze and forget it all,

That's why I try to get so high that I'll never fall,

But it always turns out the same way,

I get high and burn out the same day,

All for a glimpse of a better state of mind,

When I could better my life... instead of wastin time.

 

A million little thoughts lost in oblivion

Ghetto Plato, get up late, a worthless sub-simian

Leak off the system, wave a check, I still need help

Greek philosophers knew jack before we went to hell

 

Am I not like them, doing nothing, rhyming away

Hell, Greeks played sports wearin' nothin', that's cray

Free bucket of chicken delivered right to my door

Mama still bitchin, white bitch get off the porch

Food stamps, dairy cramps, crack-festering brain

Eventually you come to find it's drivin you insane

Potentially delirious, shoulder devil's got a name

No emptying of ideas all the same, can't match up with ambition

This weed tell me to sit, robbed of intuition

Bitchin’ up a storm, I can feel the haze is gone

Maybe I gotta confront who the fuck I did wrong

How long has it been since I last picked up the bong?

 

(talk) Nigga, if you wasn’t born would you be another you?

Is consciousness a thing of the past or present truth?

Why does the world not project back or answer?

Time demands a reward, and so does DaMazza

 

Ooh, nigga, what’s that? That’s some new shit, ohhhhh….

 

Well my weed ain’t dirt nigga, but the speed gonna hurt

With a needle in your arm, you take a turn for the worst

More than my bitch’s mood ring, look at the scab change colors

You jab you know it sting but fate’s for you to discover

It just might be too late, so mother help me, I’m melting I think

Cold turkey is the only way, lead to vomit, now you done it

So thirsty for the dope, tie me down with rope to the tracks

But the train’s coming, what was that? My brain’s running

Wild busting against the tile, sustenance is out of style

Flashbacks and memories are all I see now, I'm senile

A revelation spawned rays of light, but I gotta admit

I went too far out of sight, now no thought will fit

 

A million little thoughts and me lost to oblivion

Ghetto Plato, get up late, a worthless sub-simian

Leak off the system, wave a check, I still need help

Greek philosophers knew jack before we went to hell