Sleepdrone/superposition
P.O.S I ain't waiting for nothing
That or don’t show at all
They continue they fronting
They keep ignoring the signs
Ain’t shit out there I’m hunting
That can’t stop when the coppers creep
And I don’t show up I’m trash talk
I’m Chris Dorner I’m Doberman dirty off leash
I’m Mike Brown I’m Eric Garner I can’t breath
Our teeth are touching the concrete
Wearing a crown in our streets
Gave a lot of trust and some years to
Heavy hand holding shovels
Counts his real friends on his hook stump
I used to spend a lotta thought on loss
I used to need for every feeling amplified too
You prolly learned early it’s better to be hated
And I hate whoever taught you that I’m happy to have learned from you
Same page different book (weird)
Your whole veneer 20/20 clear
Keep my warnings out your people’s ear let em try to steer
Hurricanes and tryna rebuild visions
Pick a pain I’m sure that I got limits
I’ll make incisions
Till I’m dead and re-risen as energy
Tryna exist in superposition
Tryna exist in superposition
Tryna exist in superposition
I tried to write a note to everyone who came out and supported when my kidney couldn’t clean up my poisonous blood
But I just stared at the page
And when I wrote it I felt nothing but the numbing of cliche and tasted nothing but batteries and iron all over my tongue
And all I want is to chisel my initials into something permanent now
And raise up these damn kids and make my momma so fucking proud
And mutilate a couple crowds
And all I want is to make art
Break what they say it is
And your boy ain’t playing it
Nah there ain't no sense in this haze
I’ll keep the questions in my frequency and throw em often
From now until a coffin calls em
And spit where ever cops be walking
You're suppose to be happy to be alive
You're suppose to be lucky to be alive
The only people in the streets with guns lead communities or hunt for food they need to fight threw
But that’s a big maybe
There’s More than one way to skin schrodingers cat
Not sure what’s holding you back
Theres nothing seriously stoping us
Getting blown off the map
Still a shoulder rub gent
You gotta prove your position
You got a new superstition
I coulda never sold dope and hustled through your position
Gimme all black weddings and an all white funeral
Numbers on the boards of life and all mics shootable
Even on your frozen nights when all thighs useable
White talkin keys no houses but with backwards
All these new OGs they got us moving backwards
I want the food to taste like poison
Till poison tastes like food
I want your home to feel like prison
Till you up and hit the road
I want your job to feel like torture
Till you burn the building down
I want to raise a fucking family out the ashes of this town
And my dark parts wish I didn’t
She called me buster and gutted me at the finish
Only clean break ever and I love her more now prolly cuz of that
Who never quite took my edits
I built a pedestal taller than she could let it
And I love her more now cuz of that
I tied my own rope she took it back
Love is mean enough to go where it’s not wanted and
Fuck up a good simple an sweet
Hope it’s better when you leave
I miss myself without the calluses
Only hate two and call em dad so the irony could can cut through
I won’t be at either funeral
I don’t need to see I disrespect them gleefully and eat the pain, rage and guilt
When my ashes hit the pacific and I’m infinitely swimming in the ether
Tryna exist in superposition
Tryna exist in superposition
Tryna exist in superposition
Am I trapped inside my body like it’s a burning building
Or am I the match that lit myself on fire
(Like a snowflake in an avalanche)
I been waiting for nothing
I be clutching my stomach
But this, this here is nothing
Scheming on what I wanted
This pain is pumping through my veins it’s nothing
Nothing is what I’ll take
Nothing is what I’ll ask for
Get ready to feel it shake
It’s better than being numb
And better owning mistakes
Tryna exist in superposition (go)
Tryna exist in superposition (go)
Tryna exist in superposition (go)