Disfigured Hilfiger
Gaunt and ill figure
Point fingers
Gun with no trigger
I do not feel you
Ditch employment
Thorn amongst camellias
Ego soaring since shorty said I’m no average nigga
You couldn’t wake me up
Eyes are woven shut, REM
Scroll through live museum
Idle, I ate on Ikea
Confused by the split screen
Mama mia(!) brought me here in the mid 90s
East Brunswick, the mausoleum
Come find me
Between bad ideas
Hercules couldn’t even lift me up
I can’t learn, really
Or soothe hurt feelings
I don’t burn billies
Text my folks “ily”
Send my friends a heart or something
We was just on Blyth St
Lit the stray bible up
Put that on my psyche
Who the fuck invited us?
I’m bad with the timing
Hard to walk beside me, huh?
And so indecisive
Can’t see in this backyard
I should not have wifey
I’m no good for life, trust
It’s hard to surprise me
Wrong way past the pigs, grin, we nod
Can’t afford to pay another fee off
Wave, see you
Please be good
Then I cop stares on Glenlyon
Sort of don’t belong here
But I’ve been around for eons
Wave, see you