Crabs

What’s the difference in a ghost and a spirit?
One knows how to leave, and the other can’t leave shit
Obsession gon’ lengthen deliverance—
Is it for material, or is it for some vengeance?

Lost in a lust, or you craving for dependence?
We the only mammals seeing freedom in some ceilings
Billionaire brigade see the space as salvation
Mother Earth patient, but there’s something else waiting

Symptom in the state of oblivion
Blood-hungry states play their role as affiliated
Snake shed they skin and they hissing at the simians
Wear it as a scarf just to warm up the militants

Incessant adolescence that you passing as a pitying
Emptying the closet for the syndicate of skeletons
Mountains in the rug for the truths that we sweeping in
Gaps that they dug form a valley made of silicon

Algorithm stunted, show regurgitated relevance

Crabs in a barrel would’ve had to crawl to a bag
Ignoring all the cracks that been formed in the back
Pincers and their claws scratched the shell till they cracked
The only one who lasted had to finish in last
Ignoring all the cracks that been formed in the back
Pincers and their claws scratched the shell till they cracked
The only one who lasted had to finish in last