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letra de misery of a proletariat - triandro

[verse 1]
do a couple sit ups
maybe then i’ll get fitter
just a n-gga to them all
so i grown a little bitter
only liquor on my mind they say
i guess a little runt of the litter
they come up and then run up on n-ggas
and getting lit up
i’m a figure in the dark, no pictures on my feed
so i need a list of mister misters who f-cked up
the tip jar’s full, compliments empty
depressed but confident need someone to compliment me
ominously my f-cking motto was he who f-cks with me
ain’t calm me down moderately
i’m flashing all of these g’s
i need to come up with things
that wouldn’t bothеr my feet
untouched the train platform
need a paint job, new dеcor
or d-ck or a deck wh0re
i face floor with pain painting the panes of win doors
open, cause i stay tightly wound
i’m sp-ce bound now counting time by the pound
f-ck
getting judged by n-ggas who ain’t even brown
straight ass t–th but i still need my crown
but
millimetres of flesh be torn, but caught
between the t–th of a freak with an awesome sword
who can’t sleep but appetite in morgues will soar
a fork and knife, is more enticing than a sm-rg-sbord
i’m bored and sore im crying but i’m weeping
tears of black joy and boy i think i’m toying with the whole system
eviction notice on my cork board
[verse 2]
hungry for this, elite, but a neat freak
hold my mind i’m over cloud 9 like a airplane
going up the stairway
heavenly heaven man i’m standing for loose change
haggling i’m wondering if the pen hit the page
if minimum wage, is worth the f-cking sentiment hey
they spread sediment like cinnamon and send em in to rebab
back to the mindless stoic mindset, mine it
coal finder, call the ceo, trigonomic, co signer
b-tch is honestly a gold finder
i’m modest in moderation, but this evacuation
these n-ggas be winning when they hinting at a blind eye
but i never forgive the effort they put in drive bys
gunshots and then a couple of friday’s make fried days
and i hate the eye gaze, but day by day
dates change and rearrange but pages fill up with ink with no words
but only i think only i see what’s really in front of me
i stink but drink away the pain apologies for my actions
you overacting
i’m over your acting, you over my accent

[verse 3]
but n-gga i accept myself but y’all stay tragic
and magic is only acceptable in hindsight
my girl is the fine type
i wonder how i dine with her
wonder why night time’s a blur
iodine in my cup, bound to f-ck it all up
muck the mug of me, i’m ugly
no luxury, will f-ck me up as much as i can
run from any man who cries in silence
vibe’s right, for my pen to ignite the fire place inside my heart
in the little vacation home i call my own
this cabin in the woods where my thoughts have grown
and shown a side of me you’re highly likely to id
as a mighty mess
i keep my midas dressed
and though my eyelids stressed
gold in front of me but i’m a king
so i can’t have my cake and eat it too
this conversation i need to stop
before you see it through
what the f-ck do i do?
older than n-ggas will i make it 22
or sip some henny and some juice
and find myself believing whoever
they call the fallen angel
ill give you my angle
the mirror is painful
disgraced by the rainbow
[verse 4]
but the weight bulgarian i might kiss
a passing train and pass away
my parents just might get
a letter from the government
telling em that i muddled it
i’m serious like this
i’ll bury the vipers sh-t
but all i do is sit in my nefarious vices
but all you walk around acting very enlightened
entitled to it all but the title
i’ll chug a vial of vile bile
i’ll buy all your rivals an eyeful of mighty mindful
i know i’m tired improving my stanzas
i’m upping my standards
i’m fed up of answers that contradict
this my anthem
i’m fed up of standing up for what’s wrong
i won’t forget
i won’t forgive
and i’m not giving up on my conscience
i stay consistently conscientious
my mind is restless
i leave a message

[outro]
yo
i leave this
f-ck

- triandro

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