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Wash your hands, wear your mask, in the space of the germs
The kid was raised on bagels, raisins, and worms
Scraggly-beard and glasses, missing teeth and gray beanie
Reminded of the chapters where the cats played freely
Diaper days, snot nose, and double-noodle flex
Aged. High school drop-out. I'm that scumbag EX
I'm thankful for the snakes, the bats, ants, and the vultures
The back aches, pains; chapped lips and the cold sores
Yuck
The heads is lifting heavy and my legs feel weak
And some people are concerned cuz I don't get enough sleep
Blurry vision and dizzy, and slurry words up in his speak
Now them same folks concerned that I don't get enough to eat
But yo. I know that I could prolly do better.
Just really tryna be the glue-stick to hold it together
Just trying to build a nest to live within this mess that I make
I'm less concerned with my health than if the rent gets paid
In any sense, who's to say we can't make our way through
If the memories breathe; how can they say it's "untrue?"
Authenticity's unique to the subject themselves
Like the loneliness that's felt; when you're screamin' for help
So tie a knot, loose lips, the excuses miss
Sponsored kid to scholarships. His point of views are dismissed
Shifted love from a kid to an embarrassing worth
What does it even matter yo? we're all just food for the earth
