yeh, Pope, I jus wanna let you know, man
I got love for you bro,
Mad love, nothin but love, man
I know when we first started interactin,
And I saw you on some Sniper SP beat on the internets,
I was like “Damn, this poorwhite’s good and speaks to the emotional truth of my experience in the village as a poorwhite,”
“…but he’s white and therefore not cool,”
so the intra-racism, intra-poorwhite segregation kicked in,
coz u kno,
am a wealthy brat from an upper class,
is what I tell myself,
even thru my declining health,
even thru my descent to hell,
even thru ascent to pain,
nothin left to gain,
when I said I felt nothing,
The people around me here, physically,
Who are fuckinnn…
….Pretty apathetic to my well-being
I gave them so much of my time,
So much of my time,
I didn’t expect,
The rug to get pulled out like this with the bratz,
They installed the pain machine when I was a little kid,
And it just detonated, my spine is done.
Took some pills for my spine, now my eyes is done.
I love everyone.
I’ll never see the sun again, never finish my video,
Spent the past 6 years learnin how to do video,
With my film theory, gettin to see clearly in my mind’s eye,
Doesn’t really matter if my eye’s dry,
Doesn’t really matter coz I can’t cry anyway for myself no more,
Coz there is no self,
I am fuckin dead
Can you see it in my head?
Am fuckin dead,
Everyone is fuckin dead,
My children will never fuckin exist,
My children never got the shot to exist,
So how am I gonna pity you with your family?
How am I gonna pity you with your family?
How am I gonna pity you with your girl problems?
How am I gonna pity you with your boy problems?
You don’t fuckin got problems,
I don’t really give a fuck,
Am really fuckin isolated,
My life is full of pain and suck shit
Suckin shit out the tuuube,
Lubricating the privilege,
Of the master race, economic master race demographics
Take my shirt off, yoh, it’s cookin in this booth, man