This isn’t a song but more 3 poems over a beat

And if you wanna just read it here’s the lyrics below. This is what I’ve been up to lately.

Imagine Blind palm trees swaying in the bitter breeze

That stinking cheese

Macaroni, salad

Potatoes and meat

Vegetables, cabbage

And it’s all we’re gonna eat

Plus that lemonade so god damn sweet

Bread with Apple butter

Marmalade jam and rum for my other brother. The one I didn’t discover til I was thirty something. Years old. Because I was lost in foster care since the day I was left out in the cold. But the story goes. Stories told. Thirty four. Years old. I go to find my mothers grave by the grassy knoll. Well a man standing there I coulda told you what he holds… true. From the beginning because I could feel something. In common. cmon Lets be pals. I’m like I’m Sal he’s like I’m Al. And this is my gal Natal. And my sister, Wendy. She’s mighty trendy. With her sporty style. That she sported since she was just a child. Now she’s a giant. In some industry. I’m not lying when I say that she is a assistant to the. CEO. At the top. And now she’s my sister? Just stop. How lucky I am. Sucky in the past now I am the man. Life is good. Barbecue. With my new. Family. How sandy this beach. We eat. On…Eat and drink Till our minds gone. And our stomachs full. Well nothings true but I’m so cool.

I’m coo coo. Crazy. Come save me. I gave the old Lazy ■■■■■■■ fuel. I told the other dude to stay in school.

Nihilistic dealings

Not a man in the mirror

For these rhythms stole my emotions and my feelings

In a time so degenerative I’m just not healing

Maybe society regenerates after a million years and

A trillion more days

But after that all is left is a zillion more rays from the sun to shine on in this haze

This never beautiful maze

Caught in the cubicle lost

The root is the cost

Because the rhythm of my ego is to not be tossed to the side

Think you’re a hero wait till this roller coaster ride.

Buckle up.

Seatbelt.

Sucker punched

By some fella

Took forever

To get down in your chair.

So he punched you square.

But I already told you

I just don’t damn care.

I’m the wildest nihilist to ever deny ya a wish. But really I couldn’t care for it a bit. Either way. Just wanna die today. But I don’t even have a will, a way.

My thoughts are crazy. I guess.

I’m just maybe the best.

Maybe the worst, maybe I’m nothing but this verse. Maybe I’m ■■■■■■■ up

Because I don’t care about the earth.

You shouldn’t care either.

Not that I care if you do,

Or you don’t.

Lucky To live on earth like seriously I could’ve been born on the moon or mars. I just don’t think mars or the moon has as good of a beauty as earth, even now. Nor the history. Well the craters on the moon bring you back many millennia but earth gave birth to humans. And Ever since we expanded our space program it’s just created more problems for us. Like everyone’s saying how good it is to live in space but it’s only for a few so far and it creates more inequality’s. I don’t think it’s even that great. Well they say the view is nice from certain parts of the moon but I’d much prefer the rivers as toxic as they are. The land burned to a crisp and barren wasteland as it is. The ocean full of plastic and dead and mutated fish. Give me earth, the motherland, despite all of its problems.

-Anonymous February 30th, 2403

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Sick dude! I really like how it transforms lyrically from like happy go lucky to nihilistic to the world ending, you stiched those poems together super nicely like I could feel a storyline there

And as always your flow is on point!

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Lol I wasn’t sure what to think but I’m glad you liked it.

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You’ve got a nice voice

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