Not sleeping like I’m Hunter S.
We are the product of a generation under stress.
Another probable response to how the lemmings led
feed em all the syrup that you can a put the kids to bed.
Use the first to pay the bill you get for the express.
Go buy a Chevrolette,
Americana at it’s best.
They learn to wear a vest before learn the alphabet
They learn to cope whenever professor’s dead.
Brrt
CNN selling dystopia, generation missing like bottles of Frutopia
LSD in listerine, pockets full of opiates.
Naked in the wind but we too high to feel how cold it is
Apocalyptic like young Tony Burgess’s
Fall a slave to money but we got no way of earning it.
Buy ourselves our freedom Uncle Sam returning us.
Flag from dissension catch a sentence if you burning it.
An education is the plumbing for the prison shits.
And recent studies show I’m better off illiterate,
the NSA is watching cause they know I’ve written it.
Probably gonna put in the chair where Ethel Rosen sit.


Straight from they momma’s ovaries
the kids are clouded by the coke all up in they cola dreams
The overcrowdedness of everybody’s ponzi scheme
You all just high on the mulatto Johnny poppy seed.
Got another gig, to pay your fucking pappi’s lease
Improper, improvise, and fix your fucking property.
Sick of wasting George’s on the fucking lottery. (x2)
Can’t afford my weed and that fucking bothers me.
The patriotic dream ain’t got shit to offer me,
I’m tripping cause I’m licking where the dosage blotter leak
tryna find a desert full of iowaska leaf.
Grow everything I eat, save my fucking arteries.
I’m in the burbs bumping begging you to fuck with me.
(REST)
Hearing shots
and invest in buying bandages,
Built a world
for niggas packing daringers.
If he die
then the family feel the damages
but on the real
other people wouldn’t even give a shit
Everybody get’s their
power from their privelages
My house is smaller then the spot they keep their Lexus in.
Probably better of my momma fucked her next of kin.
And all that matters is just keeping up appearances. (x3)
Ask a fairer man what a random screening is. (x2)
And if he say he doesn’t know,
than he’s meaning it.
Excuse me sir I ma need to see you baggage
(REST)
[I’m looking grunge as fuck.
In the alley drunk as fuck.
Eating Xany bars and such
Choke on what I’m spitting up.
This is another drug,
pulling one anothers plugs
So when I type it up the neighbors know I’m writing something.] (x2)