I've been hurt and caused it too,
Sometimes I even meant to,
jheeze....
It's ten to 3,
Wide awake and not a streak of guilt resides inside of me,
Mother would be proud,
She'd see me uncover the shit I'd found and hold my head under as it drowned me,
And laugh as the wolves inside my mind surround me,
Bait,
Hook line and sinker, caught, I was too late,
My bridges ablaze, I set out on new roads, focused,
Never looking back at what I've caused for fear I'd notice,
Brought up in the aftermath of someone else's fuckery,
I don't cry so I have to laugh,
This life brought out the mutt in me,
The runt,
The rat bastard son who couldn't quite cut it,
The liar, the theif, show me the gun, let theese people live without Grief,
Let them live without me,
An eternity trapped in self constrictive medium,
Over excessive social indulgent media,
Every self righteous executive/ I've known greedier,
And more needy,
Than junkies needing an intravenous bleed and their needle surpasses our need for superior motives, because nothing makes us feel the way dope does,
Zambian rapper and producer Abstract Sekai fuses golden era hip-hop with ambient sound design and a heady cosmic philosophy. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 17, 2023