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letra de existential diatrabe - david chidiac

[intro]
when i wake up its like a motherf-cking dream
my eyes glazing over like a box of krispy kremes
fat stacks of the rack on my table
sipping cristal like the start of a fable
money, women, blow
all i really know
(woah woah woah hold up
bring the beat back
no no not slow)
back to the post-modern point of my show
my rhymes are reminiscent of the days long gone
everyone wants to be hero till its on
then they pack their backpacks and run
become a quick motherf-cker when i grab my gun
might hit you on the run
put you in a gr-ss box
6 feet
done

[hook]
this ice
freezing my brain
it’s freezing my veins
leaving me vain
so godd-mn insane
so you play the game
when you know there’s no other way

[verse 1]
the pastor’s preaching
he’s conversating
got me wondering how long before i make it
or break it
end up lying on a slab b-tt naked
i’m aching and quaking
i’m mistaken
i can feel their eyes on me fixating
everybody’s gonna know that i’ve been faking
i sit back and collect my thoughts
trying to figure out how it’s my fault
how to confuse confucius and the world with my thoughts
in my mind i’m at fault and i feel too short
the pint size squirt needs a growth spurt
it’s a shame i forget
i move through pain like it’s regret
in other words i have none
cause you see
it starts with schisms
primarily visions of things to come
force me into a hole
i’m being chased so i run
my words are my gun
lately i’ve been out of ammo
f-ck!
i hate being stuck in a position of disposition
imposing on friends
i hate impositions
they crack smiles to hide the indecision
and that lack of transition
forces me into a position
i just wish i could halt my imposition
and actually come to a motherf-cking decision
cause my compositions are reminiscent of a distant long held belief that my sh-t is just half-lifted
it’s twisted

[hook] x2

[verse 3]
the hungry man feeds the many
spend some time on me
we met through henny
and some sonny d
can’t you see
insanity was made for we
made for me
tragically
tragedy is what we be
need to be free
like a fast brother run with me
pack and flee
hide under hills
and leave the city
on the eve of new years eve
adam had me trying to figure out how we could be
magical though you are your magic is maddening
it’s saddening how bad i sing when you sting
i don’t hear a phone
i guess there’s no godd-mn ring
go figure
skating past the point
is kinda my point
needling past pastures and friends i enjoy
cause i feel as though i’ve lost you and your joy
oh! joy

[hook]

- david chidiac

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