Sunlight side swipes my sleepin'/
"God damn it imma love this weekend!"/
Tea tree coconut just seep in/
High off self-love--I breathe in/
No foes/ just pros I'm con-less/
Dispel my woes when prompted/
Adjust my volume promptly/
No thoughts--just shakin' and vibin/
How often do you think about the warmth of a coffin/
Stray bullets from a war uninvolved in?/
What caused them?/
I'm coughin/
All I see is my mama's missed calls/
Rear view shows the past few broads/
lovin' me while I just looked on/
Wonder how this life moves on/
My voice echoes to nowhere/
My dreams disperse to thin air/
All laughs I caused will bring tears/
My name alone will be spared/
All time spent on me vanquished/
Every birthday, Christmas, banquet/
Every lesson I learned proved worthless/
Cause my body goin' in to earth quick/
This biochemical mail, made of infinitesimal cells/
DNA strands, every word that I said/
All wiped away by a tiny piece of lead/
NAH--ain't a heaven for a G/
An A or a B/ Or a C for that matter/
And if there's a "plan" for my brains to get splattered/
I curse all creators till I am but matter--I'm GONE!/
This body is not a shell...
credits
from You Ain't Seen My Final Form Yet,
released May 17, 2017
Produced by Cory Johnson
Lyrics written and performed by ILL-Vain
Sample: "Angela" by Bob James
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