(Quasimodo - Lil Wayne) Otto Rocket
• Written by c0nn3ctDEAD
on the joints I spoke
and the joints I smoke
always wrapped (rapped) tight
blankets on a cold (cold) night
on the tracks I wrote
when you reach the crossroads
you either make it or you don't
people burn the fuck up everyday like,
'poof, gone innaa cloud of smoke'
cigarettes burning away
unattended in ashtrays
introduced to death yet
a stranger to their destiny
tomorrow never slowing up
next time they be arresting me
haha let's have a honest and raw discussion
concerning fossil-fuels and toxic fumes
God only knows what the future holds
all we know is the future looms
fade away as smoke
will you choke
on the smoke
will you cope
with the dope
'til you're broke
'til there's no hope
it's the end of the rope
if I'm riding shotgun
if I'm being upfront
my opinion and ash both blunt
damaged storm drains
caused by overcast -
brainstorms with heavy rains
and dangerously high winds
does empty sink or swim?
'oh and for the fucking record -
I'm only asking for a friend'..
all week: unlimited refills on the sucker punch
I'm pouring cheap shots
and lighting moonrocks..
out of an ambiguous fog,
I crawl -
out from a cloudy crowd,
changing to an ambitious jog
slayed the giant
and took a chainsaw to the beanstalk
and deep thoughts
pain drenched ink-blots
pouring my heart out
evident with each blood drop
and there happens to be a lot
always the same narrative
the same ol' song and dance
you fucks worse than bitches
heart on my sleeves
I'm always wearing it
'so please quit staring, bitch'
with such ease and shit
paper bag is how I'm tearing it
dirty laundry and popular tv
these fucks for sure re-airing it
like, 'spare me, shiit'
I've seen it all before
even heard it twice more
memes, fake news or the girl of your dreams
stop sharing it!
it only further perpetuates
the currently negative currents
flowing through but never changing
state of decay is the current state
promise I'll clean up
I mean, 'look at the mess I made'
contributes to a facade
scared to Hell and taught to fear God
using confusion to tighten the noose and
loosen the collective grip
as to lose your footing and slip
almost went off the rails
hardly holding up
ahh, but look -
I been goofy
awkward positions are
nothing new to me
I just manual and remain casual
another gloomy allegory
another gory horror story
a great and vast void of humanity..
town-squares crowded with
a slice of time..
an albums cover photo..
to describe a, 'phase' of one's personal
'wall' or 'timeline' or fuckin' 'profile'
a real lack of empathy in any form or manner
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c0nn3ctDEAD
Member since September 28 2020