afro futurism

Lyrics
[Verse] Esoteric, generic, zombie chasin' a carrot A ferret on solid ground remembers a hound dog don't bark at the sun This a dog-eat-dog world, she got family to hunt It's that time of the month Blunt bitches and booze, I could smoke on a good mood You could squabble in the comments, bitch, you are a comet Orbit 'round me, let my sun shine on you Third degree, the burn sting, don't say I ain't warned you, nigga I'm sendin' little books to little bears Money on the commissairy, solitairy mimicking a home The phone is a shotgun, the mailbox a possum My letters play dead as they watch from the stock room What's a costume party with no kids? A bundle of nightsticks, a huddle of grown men Chest heavin', breathin' like they God Uh, slow, demented No incentive to ask pretense So, so tempting to add sentence to sentence This verse could wrong one three-fifths a human New cats that did ten, too Black to not fend for they life Tightrope the matrix 'til we die The sky says I'm still alive The sky says I'm still alive The sky says we're still alive [Outro] First I stayed on the island for like a few months, blah-blah-blah, through processing Went to the box, I love the box The box, I love the box on the island I ain't had to deal with none of them fake niggas Everybody you locked up with was a gangster and they was gettin' it and everybody innocent How you could be gettin' it and innocent at the same time? Oh my God So, and then I went to the box and I was by myself and I was like, "This is great," you know what I'm sayin'?
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- Noname