Praxis 8corpses

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 Im faking
That my lyricism isn’t what I’m livin
Its fallen on deaf ears
Cause this is how I’m livin
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 duckin
Avoiding social interaction
See someone
I know at an intersection
I’ll start jay walkin
To Evade conversation
Without any hesitation