My mom just told me she wished I saw what she sees.
She’s been praying for so long her knees bleed, 3 g’s,
full of equipment,
he’s worried about dying while all of this bullshit is living,
and it’ll be here long after the day the bullet will hit him.
Right as I had thoughts of digging under a bridge,
Nikko’s mom acknowledged how pictures of her son and I cover her fridge.
And it hit me, although my friends support other music,
and order a quarter of fluent bordered hallucinants, but neglect mine,
the story continues, maybe not in the order you assumed it,
would conclude with, but we are nomads, eat shit, then move to a new improvement.
So I say it to my crew, there are people out there who need us,
so we kick it like paraplegics dream of,
but never forget our intentions when these negative seas get cleaned up.
and live the lives that people only get to dream up.
I stand corrected, tell EP to plan the setlist,
I never let my intelligence get distracted by my academics,
I know I have the capacity to adequately finish this,
omnipotent exquisite disc,
Take every single day with increments,
And remember this world is here to stay we’re only here to visit it.
