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I wanna be an intellectual, but I lack the intellect
Now I’m a pseudointellectual, rapping on the internet
Naturally a disconnect, massive in its width and depth
Passion and my self-respect that’ll never intersect
Head full of sorrow, joy, empty and borrowed
Friends, I gotta a car load like my name was Carlos
Doesn’t seem real like the scenes feel in Argo
It’s been a hard road, just to make it, to tomorrow
Now it’s true that I’m drunk again, but to me death is a summer wind
Or the comforter that tucks you in
Depressed on quest for a remedy, I’d sail the seven seas
But I don’t have the energy
My livers all scratched up just like my vinyls are
But with my luck some Tylenol will be the final straw
But until its good bye farewell sayonara
I’m the guy by the bar tryna but the bar for ya
I’m starving for a taste of
Harmony or grace cuz
The part of me that hates stuff
Gets larger every day I’m
There’s something in the pit of my stomach I can’t satisfy
Til I kick the bucket I’m a victim of the appetite
It’s not a drive that can help you outta things
The center of the universe can melt the outer rings
It’s not self-empowering its self-devouring
You think the mocking bird wants to be judged by how it sings?
I’m still unhappy and I’m discontent
The mission went awry and I can get a sliver of the pie
Hidden in my eye is a touch of ambition
I kicked it to the side didn’t trust its intentions
I suppose what I’m after’s the pursuit of happiness
Most of desires are just to shackle us
Always out of reach and you cant move fast enough
Then need more to reach for, just like an addict does
But in the end, it’s all bad advice
Cuz with everything I’ve learned I had to sacrifice the facts of life
I’m starving for a taste of
Harmony or grace cuz
The part of me that hates stuff
Gets larger every day I’m
Ask me how I’m doing, all you’ll get is silence
It’s dark and dead behind his sharp and heavy eyelids
Charge me for the crimes did starting with the riots
Alarmingly my mind is the target of my violence
And do you know how hard it is to try to quit
When parts of my heart are almost starting to admire it?
That spark that lit the firepit, an arsonist or ironsmith
Your lung cancer started with the tiny wick inside your Bic
Quick... everybody choose a side to pick
Blame it on your god or else blame it on my scientist
…Right or wrong is so subjective
Asking why we have to die you’ll find there’s no connection
Good and evil are inventions, no reasons or intentions
No grand schemes, but man needs to believe that he is destined
For a higher purpose, thinking I deserve this
We’re all just natures dirt to work and fertilize the earth with
I’m starving for a taste of
Harmony or grace cuz
The part of me that hates stuff
Gets larger every day I’m
