Praxis

I feel like Aesop
Telling fables
Through my music
I’m the plug
All cain no abel
Corpses Keen on getting faded
Like a magazine
On default
Homeboy stay loaded
People claim that Im faking
That my lyricism isn’t what I’m livin
Its fallen on deaf ears
Cause this is how I’m livin
I have these ailments
My art is an outlet
My brain makes me feel
Like an indentured servant
Working hard just to be existent
Hard not to be pessimistic
Been dealt a bad hand
Tryna Get by if I can
Tryna play my cards right
Even though I wanna die
Tryna pull a Charlier cut on my own life
Here’s a story
Grab some popcorn
310 born
Shits so forlorn
Should of been still born
Lifted off the potent
It’s a black heart
Motherfucker walkin
Always duckin
Avoiding social interaction
See someone
I know at an intersection
I’ll start jay walkin
To Evade conversation
Without any hesitation

I ain’t tryna to sound hard in these stanzas
But I’m Sicker than the influenza
I just wanna rot in the dirt like a terracotta
Indica is my only transient panacea
Day doesn’t go by
I wish I wasn’t in a hearse
Wtf
Was moms thinking
Not choosing to abort
Fuck with the fam
And you’ll meet your maker
Cause I’ll take it upon myself
To inflict torture
Bitches wanna see me deter
Im just on deck
Coming in clutch like I’m Jeter
My life ain’t no 2 seater
Just me myself and I
And the substances I cater
Whatcha need
I’m a Walking pharmacy
I’m turning keys
With certainty
With certain g’s
I only speak guapanese
Hood hippie remedies
10 toes down stay the recipe
Introverted to society
I enjoy solidarity
You finna have to kill me
If you fuckers tryna rob me
But you ain’t robbing shit
Cause I’d rather not exist
Plot twist
Either way for me
It’s a win win
Bitch