Post Generation X

Call me Jack Kerouac, James Dean, Bob Dylan
Yo wussup everyone now tell me how you’re feeling!
I’m the next young prophet, kills himself when he’s young
Fucked up in the head with no place left to run
Got a gun but I know that I’m too afraid to use it
So I took what I was feeling and I started making music
The neighbors say I’m useless, my friends just think I’m fucked
And the girls in my life I just don’t want to bring them up
So What, I spend most of time wandering the streets
To see the poverty that creeps between the models and the geeks
Walk in a dark cafe see what they can offer me to eat
Punk guitarist next door always rocking me to sleep
I was brought up in the reeds, middle class mom and dad
Dog and cat, on the track to be another college grad
It all went fast, really never knew why I ever started rap
I guess I started, and I was off, so I never stopped to ask

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Let me be your anti-hero, mister anti-pop
It doesn’t sound good, and it’s not what the family wants
Just a whole lot of noise that doesn’t amount to much
But this music (music) it's all about the rush!
This is for all of us, the youth, the kids who never listen
With umbilical cords attached to the back of televisions
Prozac players, punks and preps
Raise up, this is Post generation X!!

Jack Kerouac
It’s the beat generation, it’s be-at, it’s the beat to keep
It’s the beat of the heart, it’s being beat and down in the world
And like old time low down…

I’ve found this life’s a can’t miss, an empty last wish
It’s like falling in love with the girl who can’t kiss
, Fact is, at 2 in the afternoon, I’m still in bed
Mattress smells like old sex, room smells like cigarettes
On the floor bottle of liquor, ashtray, candles
Across from a desk, beside pack of camels, I
T’s raining outside, the weather talks to my soul
Turn the tap on but the hot water was cold
Get sober off left-overs ignore the dishes in the sink
Get rid of the hangover with a little bit to drink
Need a little time to think today’s no different from tomorrow
Let it Repeat till I’m the old man buying tickets for lotto
Drinking liquor out my bottle and just living in a condo
Wondering if my life will ever be written in novel
Most of these nights I’ll lay down but I won’t sleep
Be looking up at the ceiling and counting cloned sheep

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This is for everyone who’s ready for change
For people doing something different with their lives
Our generation’s grown up in a strange world
And it’s time we take control of it
It’s time to find out who we really are
To figure out what really matters
And together as a youth movement, as an anti-culture
We can finally give meaning to this generation
This post generation X...