rainy sunday bumpin beats
drankin corny ass coffee w/the hazlenut drip
thinkin about how I miss the rain on the tin roof
and the leak on the front porch
but it's alright
the laundry room light went out
in this moldy basement apartment
and I ain't gonna bother the landlord to fix it
bc they assholes anyways
everybody is strugglin
everybody feels doomed
everybody is one tragedy away from contemplating suicide
to a deeper level than they'd publicly admit
none of us alone right now
though the ways we been trained to connect
make us feel more disconnected than ever
that's by design
them devils know the divide & conquer trick
and it's multiple forces of devils using it
devils every goddamned where
but so is good
shit's embedded in our heart
just gotta pay attention to it
start calculating more heart math
listen to the rain
put a pen in your hand and write shit down
scribble words pictures truths
don't share it where these devils can see it
with their self-ordained all-seeing eyes
which ain't really everywhere
pass notes
we're all strugglin
we all feel doomed
that's by design
so let's pass notes
draw up something new
for after this falls down
they say this way is cancelled
we gonna hit the end
it's gone too far and gotten too old
I say fuck it
let's make a new baby
and keep growing
like mycelium not economy
keep it underground
connecting tendrils of real life people
who help each other feel safe
to admit all the shit troubling us all
to one degree
or another
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