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letra de no debacle love / litany of fiends - the thought

[verse: the thought]
turn a basquiat print into acid tabs
i thought that what was given can’t be up for grabs
dabbed a slab of nug run in one go
he ran around jabbing all the people at the show
but not me, i walked past, asked if cash or card was preferred
he told me “scan the qr code on my shirt”
it took me to an ether wallet, i was sleeping on it
i already swapped my audius coins before the easter drop, sh-t!
didn’t have my name on the blockchain
emptied out my coffers seeing germany and spain
and i was angry at myself because i didn’t save a dollar
got a craving for the rage enhancer, hot under the collar
‘til i saw her with a couple double-stacks and got emboldened fast
to ask if she “was gonna finish that alone or could i join her down the path?”
she looked bemused by your dude
like what i worried was rude was endearing and smooth, phew!
she said “f-ck it, i’m down, two is probably too much”
gave the second, seconds later, i was filling her cup
with a mixed drink on instinct, thinking we could break even
but she didn’t like drinking and never gave me a reason
and i don’t mind that, if you know about jack
rather chug some bacon grease than down a bottle of captain morgan
we danced and sang until the morning
and any warning signs were formed behind the veil of the drugs
our organs working overtime to profit the plug
we bored of our demise in the grind, taking slugs to the chest
so our rest is letting loose in the club
or better yet, in the crowd, ‘til the horizontal hug
that no-debacle love that only occupies a moment
time gets frozen to an item you could bottle-up and throw
where there ain’t no sweat, just melting snow, but the sweater goes
as the ocean between us becomes a slow backstroke
[verse: the thought]
it’s a litany of fiends leaving trash around
y’all should’ve hit the weed, not the pookie
like i really need a reason outta p-town?
“‘cause my whole street’s a movie!”
not a goofy blockbuster, but a documentary
about those dropped by the system
slipped between the cracks ‘cause they hit a little crack
and their trajectory was ending as a victim
we empty-minded fighting at the symptoms
direct the science at the virus
and don’t be silent through the crisis ‘til a million died
then be surprised by the righteous
letting biases turn to blindness, that’s the whiteness
you’re indoctrinated into
a dirty dynasty entitled to their violence
“don’t supply it if demand ain’t cutting like a ginsu!”
driving off the gin, you might get sued for the crash
that’s a tort ‘til the court’s like “see ya!”
fake christians always sinning off their ass
nothing short of a bloodsport for the overeager
they overseers for a day job, easier to bank-rob
then blame it on the “g-y mafia”
so, be careful what you say, bob, you wouldn’t wanna pray god
save you from the trade-off leaders!
[verse: bezel365]
and look how they impede us
talking ‘bout this sh-t and false teachers
burn down our leaders, and wanna lead us
into the d-mnation, what a d-mn nation!
how did we get here? spotted just like a dalmation
i’m tryna look at this, looking to god for salvation
i ain’t thinking he tryna hear too much right now
‘cause people doing a little bit too much right now
i think we all lost, i think we all feeling like the bosses
who really paid the costs in burning all the crosses?
what are we looking at? the soul has been tossing
i’m feeling like burning a little bit of weed
‘cause these days the souls have been impeded
they talk about this sh-t like we don’t need it
i’m feeling like we out here just fiending, we fiending for everything
n-ggas out here doing everything, it’s such a scary thing
when i go off this mary jane
look at this sh-t, for the fashion, all this acting
all these people coming through here acting like they proactive
such the f-cking actors, n0body is factors
just getting up like some raptors
or pterodactyls, it’s getting terrible
where we at? the rafters, i see a rapture
i can’t, the ending is near, no fear!
shed your tears, and do what you can, imported beers
for all the lost peers, d-mn
cut through this b-tch like shears
still look at my n-ggas like “cheers!”

- the thought

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