Honestly I'm envious of these waxed linoleum floors
Cause they get walked all over too but they're able to endure
I know for sure I'm not the man who's save's the world
I'm also convinced that there's a time bomb in this pearl
Just like a squirrel, I gather trinkets before the blizzard
Nuts as f**, my time is up, I'm grinding acorns with my gizzard
Impressed by not much often enough to call God's bluff
I tell him to tuck his tail, he says I've just got bad luck
What the f**? I guess I wasn't cut out for this charade
A serenade of earthquakes while I continue this parade
Telling myself to be enraged by the facade, we're all involved
But I'm getting better at improv, and the more that I evolve
The more I feel like I'm part of these people from this pod
My brain's accustomed to being odd, I'm a twisted lightning rod
Playing with Lincoln logs has never sounded so good
Deep sleep is something I can't achieve, I'd rather be sawing wood
I saw the good inside my heart but it made me feel so morose
'cause nobody understands this, whether or not I hold them close
They'll propose a toast to better days and shoot me an awkward gaze
Can't they see the more they give me praise the harder I'll push 'em away
So what am I to say? It's not you, it's me, why can't you see?
I'm repeating the same tired lines every girl has ever said to me
But I digress, I can't digest this contest
They're obsessed with conquest, no heart beating in their chest
While I'm dripping sweat to get respect, repping midwest
I've got free will, and my spirits are distilled
So I get ill to fill the void for wack emcees who lack the sk**
You're on that macho tip, I'm eating chips in nacho dip
And not impressed by sh** talk, so wash yo' lips
I got a grip upon this mic and I'm prone to having meltdowns
By the end you'll yelp loud, so you should just get help now
I'm hell bound, but I'll be damned if I get labeled a beatnik
Watch my Douglas Adams apple bobble to the beat kid
Hip hop's a farce democracy, but that doesn't mean squat to me
My self abuse is a form of reverse psychology
I pour cold coffee in the cup, toss it in the microwave
And write away. The blight I sprays made out lemons that life gave
Never dig a grave, d**h not an option;
You got your answer, here's a hammer, take me out of this coffin
I saw the darkness in my soul, it made me feel great
'Cause nobody's to be trusted in a life reserved for hate
They concentrate so hard on smiling that they keel over
While I'm drinking coffee and smoking pot 'til I feel sober
Life's lack of closure has short circuiting my brain
Reliving my childhood in vain, attempting to be sane
But never the less, this pain in my chest does the rest
I'll pa** on the message: I'm scared of d**h. What the heck?
I mean what the hell? I'm doing swell, but I think it's time to jet
I gotta leave because I got a sleeve with no tricks
I'm told I act like a bloated old dick with no wit
Ahhh sh** eating grin don't fail me now'a'days
I was a skeptic at a young age, I never learned how to pray
I'm not saying I've denounced religion, 'cause that's a given
It's just so hard to think straight when I'm constantly living
It's too painful and humorous, most fun things are cancerous
Us geniuses are stuck trying to find out what the answer is
But what's the question? 'Cause I think I missed that part
If the questions the dissection of everything the answer is art
Ain't I smart? I just got one of those faces you can trust
If I'm lying my feet are walking on a planet of water and dust
Oh wait, I think I just gave away the punchline:
In this world time flies, it's just too bad that we don't have much time
We're all water and dust running out of time. We're running out of time
It's a funny thing, walking on a ball of water and dust, not sure who you can trust
But if you take the time to touch this place I swear you'll cry enough's enough
The sights I've seen begin to fold the piece of paper my thoughts came to me on like origami
You know I'm sorry, but I've got no answers, these songs are just a child crying for his mommy
Crying for my mommy