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City Woke
We gonna see if this place can go the distance,
Riding like words on the streets to my sentence,
I'm just trying to outsurvive the system of the beehive,
Turning a blind eye to their visionary purpose for me,
Products of environments defined by our patriotic actions,
Stances lacking by our leaders bickering like children,
While the rest of us hit the spot and party til' the early morning,
Born into this warrior song home of the gravely furious,
My towns been blowin up an army of traffic lights,
Passing them by with the bass for hell on wheels,
Packed in a store looking for this birthday present,
Consumed by my own consumption what a conundrum,
Walking inside coughing out loud my poor shitty lungs,
Everyone looks at me crazy but it's all the smoke I done,
I smile and wonder if they all know that they will die too,
So who gives a shit sitting on my throne of littered cigarettes,
Pathologic making the ways to travel my great city,
Ready to pop begging the masses to explode again,
Funny to me how we all are waiting to go back to the lives,
That we complained so much about so fucking hated,
Rate it four out of five stars glaring into the night lights,
Those suns are the only thing I can feel close enough to,
Welcome back the population all the way back to me,
Been so faded kinda feelsbadman the world less safe now,
What did you do under a pandemic's war to the entire human realm,
I don't know but I bought a twenty twenty sport and impregnated my gf,
The state never even gave me unemployment or food stamps,
Only one thing left to do what I've always done hit and run from the luls of the fun.
Riding like words on the streets to my sentence,
I'm just trying to outsurvive the system of the beehive,
Turning a blind eye to their visionary purpose for me,
Products of environments defined by our patriotic actions,
Stances lacking by our leaders bickering like children,
While the rest of us hit the spot and party til' the early morning,
Born into this warrior song home of the gravely furious,
My towns been blowin up an army of traffic lights,
Passing them by with the bass for hell on wheels,
Packed in a store looking for this birthday present,
Consumed by my own consumption what a conundrum,
Walking inside coughing out loud my poor shitty lungs,
Everyone looks at me crazy but it's all the smoke I done,
I smile and wonder if they all know that they will die too,
So who gives a shit sitting on my throne of littered cigarettes,
Pathologic making the ways to travel my great city,
Ready to pop begging the masses to explode again,
Funny to me how we all are waiting to go back to the lives,
That we complained so much about so fucking hated,
Rate it four out of five stars glaring into the night lights,
Those suns are the only thing I can feel close enough to,
Welcome back the population all the way back to me,
Been so faded kinda feelsbadman the world less safe now,
What did you do under a pandemic's war to the entire human realm,
I don't know but I bought a twenty twenty sport and impregnated my gf,
The state never even gave me unemployment or food stamps,
Only one thing left to do what I've always done hit and run from the luls of the fun.
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