The Island

[Verse 1: Jay Diem] All these rappers got bars but no style Just stylists and sight childish differences between spouses Leaving 5 kids to find a new house with new blouses Hit clubs and smoke dubs and write the same rhymes about it I’m screamin’ and shoutin’ for friends on this Island of MisFit Toys I’m doubted by the same people who say they love me Now how can I ever cope with that I suppose my lack of close friends made me cope with rap Rather than cope with smack That fat ghat in my dad’s backpack I could elope with that if I just cut the straps Just empty my tablets and then empty the sack Now look at that useable beautiful Mac Prosaic in all of the trap stars trap rap acts you love to laugh at Feel like a lab rat I’m well tested and pissed off My therapist was the first person I ever flicked off I’m about to lift off might resort to drugs And then I see my grandpa’s image and I resort to love And start to sob on the floor Play Nipsey Hustle put the Mac-11 back up on the dresser drawer like “Whats the weapon for?” You know exactly what the weapon’s for [Instrumental Breakdown] [Verse 2: Jay Diem] We refer to things as abstract when we can't understand them Reprimand and demand it conform to our standards So overstand when I state that I hate this second handed creativity everybody’s branded as their own And they claim to be different But I don’t see them on the island And that’s why I feel distant As a child, I was instantly never well-liked and I still cry every time I realize I was too scared to say to my last words to my grandpa when he was last alive Those last words were the reason my reason and happiness died Signed Jay Diem Island Of MisFit Toys