Praxis

I feel like Aesop Telling fables Through my music I’m the plug All cain no abel Corpses Keen on getting faded Like a magazine On default Homeboy stay loaded People claim that I'm faking That my lyricism isn’t what I’m living It's fallen on deaf ears Cause this is how I’m living I have these ailments My art is an outlet My brain makes me feel Like an indentured servant Working hard just to be existent Hard not to be pessimistic Been dealt a bad hand Tryna Get by if I can Tryna play my cards right Even though I wanna die Tryna pull a Charlier cut on my own life Here’s a story Grab some popcorn 310 born Shits so forlorn Should of been still born Lifted off the potent It’s a black heart Motherfucker walkin' Always ducking Avoiding social interaction See someone I know at an intersection I’ll start jay walking To Evade conversation Without any hesitation I ain’t tryna to sound hard in these stanzas But I’m Sicker than the influenza I just wanna rot in the dirt like a terracotta Indica is my only transient panacea Day doesn’t go by I wish I wasn’t in a hearse Wtf was mom thinking not choosing to abort Fuck with the fam And you’ll meet your maker Cause I’ll take it upon myself To inflict torture Bitches wanna see me deter I'm just on deck Coming in clutch like I’m Jeter My life ain’t no 2 seater Just me myself and I And the substances I cater Whatcha need I’m a Walking pharmacy I’m turning keys With certainty With certain g’s I only speak guapanese Hood hippie remedies 10 toes down stay the recipe Introverted to society I enjoy solidarity You finna have to kill me If you fuckers tryna rob me But you ain’t robbing shit Cause I’d rather not exist Plot twist Either way for me It’s a win win Bitch --- Praxis - 8corpses