Calamity

Nostalgia What a funny feeling I feel depleted From feelings I've been revealing It's do-or-die, I'm not going willing But when it's time, wrap in white linen I rap this I say it for my sanity Whatever the calamity, I did this for myself Fuck all of your fantasies You're a snake, fell off the ladder I prefer speaking in analogies I've had enough of all this work And I can't trust that you're my family I don't know what's next The brain dead that I never miss My brain lives with the cannabis Can I resist the dark abyss? Leave a mark on this with no start, just exist My mind's in a prism shape And in times like prison state There's no right that I feel of late There's no light if my view's at stake And which left should I choose to take What's left, is it room or space? There are rumors we have to face I prefer sooner than after late I seen actors after BAFTAs be more straight I mean down the barrel I hear 'em sing, it's the same carol They're tryna sprint in a long run, Mo Farah They're tryna fix when it's long gone, don't bother There's no other, the thought shudders Through most lovers I wanna bed you, but still sleep is death's cousin So two weeks is now four dozen Years that pass by, can't press no rewind Just watch my life by and lock the right ties Nobody, nobody is listening to me Nobody, nobody is listening Nobody, nobody is listening to me Nobody, nobody is listening to me