African rock n' roll
does not know me. neither does Kravitz
I think your idol is a half-wit
See my crime of heresy
in black & white, newspapers
floating up dirt roads
of the Planet.
Weakness is my strenght
we are the wrath of Obama '08
we are the line the graffiti artist
can't keep straight
The underpaid zen master
prints the letters t, r, e, e
on the sky and imagines
Mist before the peak
the dream
Goes on
but not for very long
we real artists live, die and entertain
nevermind what chemicals enter our veins
nevermind the vanity and the nirvana
nevermind the devil's addiction to prada
our boom-bap saved generations
stitched and sewed a severed nation
Real Artists Live, Die and Entertain..
You look up at me from atop my stapled perch..
Worship the work I created in another state..
Addict is what you call it, my insatiable thirst..
Grab me another fifth before it’s too late..
Boom bap sound serves as your weekend getaway..
Legs weary run to my solution..
Over dose on hate mail, it’s really my debt that weighs..
All my thoughts, simply confusing..
Don’t be ME by imitation..
How I became great I know it now..
Thoughts of success diverted assimilation..
Waiting for this parachute of drugs to slow it down..
Nevermind the sleepless nights..
Nevermind not knowing who to trust..
Nevermind all those neon lights..
Nevermind the looks of disgust..
Our Boom-Bap Saves our Generation..
Stitched the patchwork of a once severed nation..
Real Artists Live, Die and Entertain..
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